An Autobiograpohy Of Umbrella Essay In English
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| An Autobiograpohy Of Umbrella Essay In English |
Hello, Friends! I am umbrella. I protect humans from getting wet in the rain and also from the scorching sun-rays. But they never care for me. They hang me in a corner of their house and remember me only when it is raining or in the summer. This just shows how selfish humans are but what will they do ? My duty starts in the beginning of rainy season till its end. Some people mostly girl’s use me in summer also to protect themselves from burning sunlight.
I was born in an umbrella factory. There were many umbrellas like me lying all over the place. From there, we were divided and sent to different shops. The shop where I was sent had many umbrellas. Some of them were so beautiful that even I liked them. I was placed between the simple old-fashioned umbrellas of my kind. We all were black, had a steel rod and a ‘J’ shaped handle. There were many spokes attached to us. I made many friends there. I wished I could live there thought-out my life with my friends. But as it was the rainy season, my stay at the shop was a short-lived one.
Some days later, a man in a black suit came. He wanted an old-fashioned good quality umbrella. The owner of the shop took him to the section where we were placed. He checked many of my friends an me also. Finally, he understood that all we of the best quality and so he randomly picked me up, paid the money and took me home. As soon as he came out of the shop, the rain started and my work began immediately.
He took me home and kept me drying just outside the door. He told his children not to play with me. Thereafter, he took proper care of me and took me to his office with him daily. This was my routine till there was the rainy season. When the rainy season ended, he covered me with me with paper and kept me in a plastic bag somewhere in the store room.
He covered me properly so that dust, termites and other insects might not harm me. But , now I’m bored of lying here in the darkness, sometimes the family members of my masters family come here, in search of smoothing, every time I hope that they come for me but every time they ignore me and go back. I am just waiting for the next rainy season, so that I can be out in the open again.
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