I am a bicycle. Now I am broken and useless. I have a glorious past. A company made me and name me the B.S.A. bicycle. They colored me in black and white stripes. They sold me to a big showroom. There I made many friends. They were motorbikes and more bicycles. One day a little cute girl saw me and cried for me. Her mother brought me and took at home in a car. I was very happy. She used me to go to school and the playground. Her friends and she race among themselves. She took care of me. And she always cleans me. I am growing old. , my color faded. So, one day her father got her a new bicycle and she took me to a store room. I never forget the moment that I had with her. The past is very beautiful.
An Autobiography of An Owl
I am an owl. I am even known as a nocturnal bird. In the daytime, I normally remain out of sight. My activity starts at night. I roam in the forest searching for food and enjoying the silence of the night. On moonlit nights I enjoy the interplay of light and shade. When I see a mouse scampering about, I feel happy at the sight of the food. The clear sky, the moon above my head, and the silent forest make me hoot which breaks the silence of the night. But the people take it as an ominous cry. Actually very few like us remain active at night. I enjoy the very calmness and serenity of the night because I like to remain far from the noisy crowds. I feel elated when I am worshipped along with Devi Laxmi by the Hindus.
Suppose you spent a moonlit night in a forest guest house. Write a paragraph of about eighty words on your experience. Mention the sounds that you heard there.
Recently, I had the opportunity to spend a night camping in a forest in Rishikesh, India. It was a full moon night and there was a stream flowing nearby. All night I could hear the soothing sound of the stream trickling by.
There was also constant background music scored by the crickets. I had expected to hear the sounds of some animals, maybe the roar of a tiger.
However, no such sounds were heard.
Instead, deep into the night, I heard continuous sounds of drums being beat at a distance. The next morning, the camping staff confirmed that there was probably a wedding at some distant village located deep inside the forest, and all night I heard the drums celebrating the union of two souls.
Write a Letter to Your Friend About the Importance of Reading Newspaper
Take my cordial love. I am glad to learn that you are all well. Listen, I have already heard from a friend of ours that you not do not read newspapers. It is a great mistake. You are a student in class eight. You know that we live in an age of science and technology but if we remain ignorant of the incidents happening in our country and in the world, we will be proved unfit for the world.
So, I advise you to read newspapers daily to be acquainted with the world’s current affairs. By reading newspapers, you can be able to know new scientific inventions, economic development, and the political situation of our country. Without this kind of knowledge, you cannot cope with others. Articles and features on culture, literature, politics, sports, trade, commerce, etc. will widen your outlook, remove the narrowness of the mind and enrich your thought.
So, do not forget to read newspapers daily. I am pretty well and your other friends too are well. Convey my best compliments to your mother and father and love to Sumi.
Your loving friend,subhankar