I am remembered during rainy seasons and forgotten thereafter.But I am not sad.It is because I am like a candle,remembered when needed. I still remember the day I was born.I opened my eyes and saw the first human face.She was packing me along with my siblings.In the dark and scary box,I talked to them.They told me how I was 'born' or rather assembled at my 'home' or factory.My metallic handle was covered with a synthetic cloth.They told me that I would get wet but water won't stick on me.I was amazed at it.My leg was decorated with carvings and emblems of the company. Now I feel shaking,maybe I am transported.After a long journey,I finally arrived at my destination.A man opened the box that contained my family.He began hanging us on a hook in his shop.I hung there,happily with my family.Slowly the weather outside began changing.Dark clouds appeared and soon it was raining cats and dogs.My elder brother went away.I missed him.As time passed,my cousins and othe