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On A Rainy Day...

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 others disappeared.I was alone and wished for a company.I thought I was ugly and wished that I was not born.But one day, a young girl came into the shop.She pointed at me.I was happy that someone wanted me,at last.She took me home with care.I was always with her.She carried me everywhere.I protected her from rain and heat.After her use,she would dry me and would neatly pack wrap me in my cover.I thought that she would never leave me.
  But one day,her parents gave her another of my cousin.He was younger,smarter and handsome than what I was.From that day,she did not bother me.I called out to her many times,but she did not respond.It all fell on deaf ears.My limbs and arms began rusting. Soon I was getting weaker.
  Then suddenly one day she came to me.She took me in her arms and dumped me in a dust bin.I was sad and broken.I cried.But it wasn't for long...I had already passed into the other world...

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