Autobiography of A Television I am a colour television at Mishti’s home. I sit in one corner of her living room. She leaves me permanently connected to an electricity socket and uses a cordless remote to switch me on/off. I receive moving images in colour...
Autobiography of A Tiffin Box I am a 7-year old Inca’s Tiffin box. I was moulded in a medium-scale plastic factory using food-grade plastic. I have three separate compartments one above the other with a clasp on both sides to fasten me securely. My colour...
Autobiography of A Fridge I am a Godrej refrigerator. My proud owner is Mrs. Pinto. I came to this house with her on her marriage 10 years ago. She has been giving me excellent maintenance care which has enabled me to give her a trouble-free...
Autobiography of A Door I am the entrance door of Sonakshi’s house. I have got night-latch and mortise locks fixed on me. Thereby, my duty of safeguarding their house is more convenient. Tens of guests come and leave daily, to give me the suffering of...
Autobiography of A Mobile Phone Hello! I am a Samsung mobile phone born in South Korea. My ID is SGH/F480. A mobile lover Prisha from India picked me at a shopping festival in Singapore because I was slim and beautiful like her and had the...
Autobiography of A School Bag I am a lovely “Spiderman” school bag. 1 was born in a small factory in Ludhiana and was sent out to the shopkeepers. Then, one fine morning, the shopkeeper hung me for display. One young boy Kanav entered the shop...
Autobiography of A Dictionary I am a proud old Chambers dictionary. When Karthik cleared class three, his father presented me to him. He said ‘It will assist you in, your studies’. Since I was in a decrepit condition, a binder was assigned the task of...
Autobiography of A Shoe I am a shoe. I have been skillfully crafted from calf leather in a Woodland factory. My brothers are jealous of my softness, lightweight, handsome looks, and unique design. Like others, I was also wrapped in soft tissue paper and a...
Autobiography of A Pen Key I was born in a pen factory. My name ‘Executive -Parker’ was tattooed on me. Though painful, I was happy to get a name. I was given a high gloss chrome finish and a blue refill. My little home —...
I’ll Never Eat Another Doughnut One evening at the club, I begged my mother for a third doughnut. She reminded me of the dinner on the way but I didn’t relent and insisted on eating the third one. Annoyed with my insistence, she warned me...
