Story of an aluminium school boxDo you remember me? I am an aluminium school box. The student used me to keep their books. I was a favourite item of the richest students and I was the pride of them. Once I was kept at the top of the shelf in a shop. Mr. Hari Mehta entered the shop with his son Suresh. He was looking for a good school box for his child. The shopkeeper took me and Mr Mehta and his son chose me. I was brought to their home and Suresh was very much excited after getting me. He took his books and kept inside me. Next day Suresh reached school with me and after seeing me all his friends were excited. I was happy to see them enjoying. Suresh took care of me. He washed me daily. And I took care of his books in every season. We both were very happy. Five years passed with enjoying the movements. After five years, one night Mr. Hari Mehta enter the room of Suresh. He had brought a plastic carry bag. Suresh opened that carry bag and he found a school bag. He was excited and hugged his father. I couldn't understand what was happening? Suddenly he took all his books from me and kept that books inside that bag. He kept me above an almirah. Now, Suresh was excited after getting that bag. Tears came out from my eyes. Now I was alone above the almirah. Now, he had no time for me. He was enjoying his new school bag. I became dirty and he had no time to wash me and had no time for me. But whenever I saw him enjoying with his bag I became happy that my friend was enjoying.
One day, Mr. Mehta took me, I was surprised why he had taken me in his hand after a long time. He carried me out of his home and sold as a scrape. I was seeing the home I have spent my golden days here. But what can I do? I was brought to a godown and thrown away in a corner of that godown. There was no value of me. No one was giving importance to me.
After someday, the father of the shop owner entered the godown. Suddenly he found me. As he saw me, he took me and a tear came down from his eye. He told his son that he wanted this Alimunium box in his school life but the condition of his father was very poor. So, he did not get an Aluminium school box.
He brought me to his house. Washed me painted me. I was happy again. He took his religious books and kept inside me. Now, it was a pride movement again for me. Whenever he took me to get his book, he kissed me.
He takes care of me daily. I am again enjoying my life. But I do not know how long it will go? But dear friends Value every item you have at your home. They also have some golden days and some golden memories with your family members.
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This is my entry for A school box - creative writing contest.