Autobiography of a Torn Shirt I am now a torn shirt. See, I am lying uncleared for here in a corner of my master’s house. Nobody has any regard for me. What a state I have been reduced to! But it was not always so. A train of thoughts flashes across my mind. I have seen many ups and downs in life.; I was born of the cotton seeds which grew...

Autobiography of a question paper Just as you owe your existence to Brahma the four headed god even so I owe my existence to four paper setters who gave me the present symmetrical. Form. I was, and then sent to the secretary of the Central Board of Secondary Education in a sealed cover, in whose custody I remained for many days. These were difficult days. I could not breathe freely. I...

Autobiography of a doll Tickle me in my sides and I don’t laugh. Prick me with a needle and to drop of blood comes out. Abuse me but I don’t feel insulted. Flatter me but I do not feel puffed up. Do not be taken aback! I am not the stuff which you are made of. I am made up of soft cotton rags. My tongue never moves in my mouth....

A day in the life of a student Essay No. 01   If you have to see a carefree and happy life, or you have to study a life of discipline and devotion, you will have to go and see none else but as student. The life of a student is a queer miscue of so many things. A glimpse into the life of student will make an interesting reading. The...

A visit to a Restaurant My long cherished desire was fulfilled only yesterday when I could visit a posh restaurant in New Delhi. This restaurant is situated in Connaught Place. I was in awe reached there; neatly dressed Durban saluted us and showed us the way in by opening the door. We were now in a big and beautiful hall. It was really an attractive place. Light arrangement was beautiful. Beautiful...

A place of Historical Importance Delhi is famous for its historical monuments. Every year tourists come from all parts of the world to see them. Once I went to see the Qutab Minar, a tower situated at about eleven miles from Delhi. It is said that the Minar was built by Prithvi Raj for his daughter Bela, who nosed to have a look at the Jamuna daily before her meals. The...