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    The pencil tells the story of its life. It was born in a factory and now resides in a shop with other pencils. The pencil is purchased by a famous painter who uses it to create many paintings. The pencil takes pride in helping the painter spread human imagination and thoughts from one generation to another. The pencil feels it has a great power to show the human mind and heart through the painter's work.

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    The pencil tells the story of its life. It was born in a factory and now resides in a shop with other pencils. The pencil is purchased by a famous painter who uses it to create many paintings. The pencil takes pride in helping the painter spread human imagination and thoughts from one generation to another. The pencil feels it has a great power to show the human mind and heart through the painter's work.

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    AUTOBIOGRAPHY of A Pencil

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    The pencil tells the story of its life. It was born in a factory and now resides in a shop with other pencils. The pencil is purchased by a famous painter who uses it to create many paintings. The pencil takes pride in helping the painter spread human imagination and thoughts from one generation to another. The pencil feels it has a great power to show the human mind and heart through the painter's work.

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    I am Apsara pencil. I don't know where I was born as I am in this shop as long as I remember.

    I heard from the shopkeeper that I was born in a factory. My outer body is black and my name is written
    on it but what is in the name. I am with my friends here as they all look like me. I can watch human
    passing by.

    Several people also had a glance to buy or have a look at the store. I have special qualities which
    are different from my friend pen is that I can write underwater and in zero gravity as well. In the
    meantime, I was purchased by a famous painter from this shop and I am staying with him. His
    desk is organized and clean. I am his favorite pencil and a new friend. The painter finds pleasure
    in drawing with me. I am also very glad and proud of my efforts. I am happy and do my best to
    help him finish his work on time. He uses me to draw many paintings of people and its
    surroundings. Then he adds color to make me look nice. The painter gets so much money and
    fame as I help him to draw with. His thoughts and ideas are present in his mind and then display
    through me. This is how I try to spread human imagination and thoughts from one generation to
    another. I am very fond of my owner. He always takes care that my body does not get scratched.

    Thus, Culture and Art of human are so much dependent on me. I have great power to show
    human mind and heart on paper.I feel special.

    My little rose, when problems come our way, it makes us better." My mother Earth always said
    this to me when I was a little plant.

    This is because I always wondered and asked her questions. "Why is my stem body full of
    thorns? Why do they prick me all the time? I don't see them on my friends. Jasmine, Sunflower
    and Lily are all free of thorns. Why can't I be like them?"

    Hearing my questions my mother used to always smile and answer. She used to say, "My little
    rose, you are a natural beauty. You do have thorns on you but they are here to help you. They
    will make you grow into a beautiful flower. It will also make you stronger. So it's okay to be
    different. You will get to see what I mean one day." I didn't understand what she said but her
    loving voice always made me happy.

    I grew up in a big garden. There were many plants here, and I loved being with them. As a little
    bud, I was very playful. My favourite time was when the dew dropped on us early mornings.
    Then the sun's light shined upon us all. During the day, an old man with kind eyes used to give
    us water. He was so gentle with us and took care of the entire garden. Every evening the wind
    blew and played with us. We would all then sway and dance together.

    There were children who also came to play in the garden. Seeing them run around, I wished to
    one day grow up and move around. So one day I asked my mother. I said, "Maa when I grow up
    to be a flower, will I ever get to move? My mother replied, "My dear rosy rose, nature has given
    you a gift, a talent. One day this gift in you will take you places." I listened carefully and decided
    to wait.
    One day my petals spread wide open and a beautiful fragrance came through me. I bloomed into
    a rose flower. The gardener was so happy to see me. He took a deep breath appreciating my rosy
    scent. With my scent, I could now move around. I thanked nature for this gift.

    Now as a rose flower, people love to come close to me. The thorns in my body do not bother
    them. When they take in my scent, they become happy. This makes me happy too. Be it the
    gardener, the owner or children, all are equal for me. I will continue to share my gift, this rosy
    fragrance every moment where ever I am present.

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