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Wednesday 9 February 2022

Autobiography Of A Clock - Rishona Chopra


My name is ….. What was it? Oh yes, a clock. I am a clock. The one used to check the time. My grandpa was a sundial. He was also used for checking the time, but now he is dead. No one uses him anymore. But he was luckier than me. How? You ask, well he was allowed to stay in the open air, right beneath the sun, and I am closed in a glass-like case, as a prisoner. I hardly can breathe; I feel like I could choke at any time. Luckily, I have not. 

There is something extraordinary about me; I have three hands while everyone has only two! Isn't that surprising? Everybody thinks having three hands makes my work easier, but it makes it even harder. One moves very fast, like in seconds, the other moves a little slower, and the third one moves every hour. I work very hard, but those rectangular things called 'phones' have replaced me. No one really cares about me. If I was allowed to do anything, I would ban phones!! I do have a very tiring life.

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Rishona Chopra Grade V Gyanshree School