An Autobiography of A Flower Vase  I am a huge flower vase, about three feet high. The colour of my body is red in the background and is painted with multi-coloured paints, makes me look just two beautiful for words to describe. I form a very attractive item of decoration at the entrance of the huge bungalow of my master. To add to my beauty, when multi-coloured Gladioli are fixed into my...

An Autobiography of A Domestic Maid  I have been serving as a domestic maid in one family  for the last five years. A domestic maid is one girl or woman who helps the mistress of the house in all her household chores. It is luck only that helps a maid like me to get a good home to work in and above all, a good mistress to work with. Though it...

An Autobiography of A Door Mat   I am a doormat, and my life consists of only people walking upon my body and rubbing their feet or shoes on me. All the dust and dirt the shoes gather from the roads, parks etc. are neatly deposited on my body, and I, believe me, assimilate it all. This is my life, a life of scorn hate and of being used only in collection of...

An Autobiography of A Stray Cow   I am a stray cow moving aimlessly on the roads, being eschewed by one and all, being beaten by some and being held in low esteem by one and all. I was not always like this, for, till some time back I had a nice comfortable house and was pampered by my master, and lived in the company of my friends. However, a few months...

An Autobiography of A Pen A pen is an item of daily use for all and sundry. We F 5 find pens in students’ bags, offices, and every conceivable place. So, my friends, what is so great about a pen? Yes, I agree that, a common thing like a pen need not think much of itself as, it is too common to be thought about. Yes, I agree that a pen...

An Autobiography of A Bouquet  I am a beautiful bouquet of gladioli and, sometimes wonder what is in store for me. My master made me with so much of love and hard work, picking all red gladioli, then, putting us all together, then packing us neatly into one bouquet. These days I am lying with my master together with several other of my brothers, other bouquets, some smaller, some bigger and,...

An Autobiography of A Drawing Copy  I am a drawing copy and my life has been rather interesting at least up to now. For a few months, I don’t know how many, I lay in a shelf at a stationery shop With others of my type, and my exact family. At the sh0p there were several other items of stationery which men use in schools and offices. I was neatly placed with...