Essay on Autobiography of a Pencil for Class 5

I am Apsara pencil. I don't know where I was born as I am in this shop as long as I remember.

I heard from the shopkeeper that I was born in a factory. My outer body is black and my name is written on it but what is in the name. I am with my friends here as they all look like me. I can watch human passing by.

Several people also had a glance to buy or have a look at the store. I have special qualities which are different from my friend pen is that I can write underwater and in zero gravity as well. In the meantime, I was purchased by a famous painter from this shop and I am staying with him. His desk is organized and clean. I am his favorite pencil and a new friend. The painter finds pleasure in drawing with me. I am also very glad and proud of my efforts. I am happy and do my best to help him finish his work on time. He uses me to draw many paintings of people and its surroundings. Then he adds color to make me look nice. The painter gets so much money and fame as I help him to draw with. His thoughts and ideas are present in his mind and then display through me. This is how I try to spread human imagination and thoughts from one generation to another. I am very fond of my owner. He always takes care that my body does not get scratched.

Thus, Culture and Art of human are so much dependent on me. I have great power to show human mind and heart on paper.I feel special.