A Book and a pencil

2 amazing autobiographies  by a child

Many of you may wonder how can a child write an amazing autobiography? But some children are so glued to writing that they write truly exceptionally.

Autobiography #1: Pencil- a significant being

Written and scrubbed innumerable times over my boss- paper. My life is enjoyable as well as depressing at the same instant. My life is tall and short. I die and take birth to regenerate my life once again. My most deleterious and eminent work for others is writing. Everyone writes with me and gives my boss grace but not me.

 Some tiny tots would scribble such an irresistible spatter over the paper that I feel to scold them loudly and laugh on their sobbing faces. When a writer uses me to write something, it does give him many benefits. But, not me because most of the pre-eminent writers tend to write and cut, write and cut and write. Why don't they feel my love and my worse? I tend to slip out from their hand because I no more want to be in their hands. But, still, they take me in their hands in firm determination. 

I am a prolific and salient feature of an artist. I do not want to scold him/her too because I am very impressed by the artist. He provides fruit on both sides. He makes people smile at his prepossessing design or painting. While using me, he uses me very lightly and, I feel a soft touch over my boss as a feather. 

My journey is too long. Born in an enormous factory that had machinery and chemicals. Graphite is my father while wood is my mother. My body is composed of the love of my mother. My crucial part is made of the love of my father; which is why I  like to sit near my parents. I am married too. My husband is the ink pen.

 My worst evil in the world is a sharpener. First, it makes me small, and then it makes me so sharp that my razor-sharp tip can poke someone to provide the one with burning pain that he would have to cry. 

However, I am leading a happy life as always as:

Rise and fall are the things,

That comes in the life of every being

Autobiography #2: Book

In the stacks of crowds of thousands of my friends, I lie in the tranquil corner of the library. I am held in hands of many who have a good interest in reading. My cover has ingenious magic over the minds and hearts of my readers. It fascinates them to peer over the many pages I consist of.

When hovering over the magics and new worlds they would explore gives them a heart heal. At a point, I even break my reader's heart but cures them. The touch over me is at times tender but sometimes harsh that pains me. The tearing of each thread of my body feels as if an organ is taken away from me. But I quite live a glee life in this wondrous world.
My life is as sweet as sugar,
Which provides contentment and love to my readers

-BY PRACHI KOTHARI