Autobiography of a Book

I am a book. I am writing my autobiography to tell people about

my presence and significance which is getting lost due to the latest technologies. I
was a very useful invention. I wasn’t just a collection of random papers. I was a
collection of papers that were similar in symmetry to me. The paper
contained writtenwords and illustrations which were used to portray thoughts
and feelings. I was the only way through which people used to communicate with their
relatives and friends living far away from them.

As a book, I was a very useful tool to store information. People used to stack me in
large numbers in a place called the library. I used to educate people. I was the one who
educated people about their history. What’s more is that people used to write on me,
some important information which could be used for potentialinvention. My greatest
friend was the quill. It used to spill the ink over me with such precision that, it felt like a
lover, loving his love!

As time progressed, my paper quality started to enhance. People invented different

kinds of paper which could be stored for a longer period of time. My friend, the quill,
also changed with time. It became sharper and it was now called a pen. It somehow
started boasting upon me, saying that it is the pen and, without it, I am nothing. I didn’t
say anything at that moment. I knew that it has to stay with me, in order to survive. The
real power of a pen can only be seen on the paper.

My greatest enemies are the bookworms. These creatures are the worst thing ever
born. They stick to my pages and try to eat them! It is really disgusting. They don’t care
that I contain oceans of knowledge in me. They just start destroying me bits by bits.
What’s more is that, when these worms start troubling me, people lose my value and,
they put me away somewhere to decay.

I am writing this autobiography, sitting in the library. I pray that I continue being with the
pen and bookworms don’t come near books!