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Autobiography of a cycle

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I am a cycle. My name is Reebok. I am from a big company of U.S.A. they took many days to manufacture me. They painted me blue colour with white and black strips.

They brought me to India by plane. They took me to a big showroom. And they kept me in front as I looked very attractive. I have many friends in the shop. My friends are scooty, bicycle and toy scooter. Then a 10 year old boy came with his parents. Of all the cycles, he liked me the most. Though I was a bit expensive, they bought me. The boy who bought me, his name was Harsh. They took me in a Ferrari car. I was very excited to sit in the car. It was like a dream come true. In the evening Harsh took me for a ride. Then there it was crowded because everyone was looking at me. Harsh’s friend borrowed me for riding. Then I fell in the mud. It became dirty. I started crying. Then Harsh called his parents. They consoled me and took me to the shop again. The shopkeeper cleaned me and I started shining. But there was not a single scratch. I was very strong and durable.

My master loves me very much and takes proper care of me. I love him too.

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