AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A BOOK
I am old now. My ears are drooping. However I have a nice resting place in a clean rack in the drawing room of a rich man. When I was born, I was tied in a bundle along with many other books and loaded into a van which took us to a book shop. I stayed there for a month. Then a young man bought me. He took me to his house and kept me as his prized possession. I kept him company for many years. In my company he never felt lonely. I remained in his house for many years. Then one day when he had a shortage of money, he sold me to a second-hand book dealer. Here I had to share my resting room with many old books. I felt very bored. Then a rich man came and purchased me. He had a great respect for all books. He took me to his house and kept me in his drawing room. |
Hello, my name is Pabitra. I'm a self-employed and the Admin of Bangla Bhumi.