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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Biography / Autobiography
- Published: 03/21/2018
(Please note that the author was 8 years old when he wrote this story.)
Once upon a time there was a chalk. It was born in the Navneet Factory and was a white coloured chalk.
One day it was sent on a motorcycle to a School. When it reached the school, it was initially kept in the office. One fine day a child brought it to class 3-F. It was fun being in 3-F. It listened to the teachers teaching and learnt many things for free. Teachers used it to write on the board. It had many friends and spent its time talking to them after the school closed. Some of its friends were duster, small chalks, blackboard, papers, forty-one tables and chairs, sideboards and the books in the class library.
Soon it grew two centimeters smaller. One day, someone threw it into the dustbin and it reached the burning mills in Pitampura. A boy picked it up and took it to his hut where he had many things that could become its new friends.
The boy’s name is Shubham. He keeps the chalk safely with its new friends. It has grown four centimeters small and is enjoying its old age with its new friends who are equally old.
Biography of a chalk(Ananya Sehgal)
(Please note that the author was 8 years old when he wrote this story.)
Once upon a time there was a chalk. It was born in the Navneet Factory and was a white coloured chalk.
One day it was sent on a motorcycle to a School. When it reached the school, it was initially kept in the office. One fine day a child brought it to class 3-F. It was fun being in 3-F. It listened to the teachers teaching and learnt many things for free. Teachers used it to write on the board. It had many friends and spent its time talking to them after the school closed. Some of its friends were duster, small chalks, blackboard, papers, forty-one tables and chairs, sideboards and the books in the class library.
Soon it grew two centimeters smaller. One day, someone threw it into the dustbin and it reached the burning mills in Pitampura. A boy picked it up and took it to his hut where he had many things that could become its new friends.
The boy’s name is Shubham. He keeps the chalk safely with its new friends. It has grown four centimeters small and is enjoying its old age with its new friends who are equally old.
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