Autobiography of A School Bag

I am a lovely “Spiderman” school bag. 1 was born in a small factory in Ludhiana and was sent out to the shopkeepers. Then, one fine morning, the shopkeeper hung me for display. One young boy Kanav entered the shop and pleaded with his mother to buy him a new school bag. Delighted with her consent, his pick was me. Once home, Kanav proudly and neatly stuffed me with his copies, books, pencil, etc. The next day, in the school his friends praised his selection of me. However, I got his company for a year only. Because of a rather big hole, he discarded and dumped me in the garbage. Thus I parted his friendship.

But next moment itself, an old rag-picker lady salvaged me. She patched up the hole and gifted me to her granddaughter Tanya. A lovely caring girl, she used me for many years. Nowadays I adorn her room as a recollection of her school days.