Essay on Autobiography of a Cricket Bat for Class 6

I am a wooden material and I am popular for my brown colour. I am very close to the hands of player. Can you guess me who I am. I am your most important demand of childhood. I am a cricket bat.

I was in a toy shop for long time. Many children came to that shop. Many of them touched me and also hold me but due to my high cost, they used to leave me. I was getting bore in the shop. I was much excited to get someone's friendship, who can take me out from this shop. I did not want to lie in this boring shop anymore.

One day a handsome boy named Sunil came to the shop. He straight came to me and asked to the shopkeeper that he wanted me. The shopkeeper told to see more bats of the shop. But Sunil did not listen him and asked my price. In one take he paid my price and took me out of that jail. I felt much happy to breath fresh air of outside world.

My life have changed. I used to travel a new place almost in every week to play cricket. One after another Sunil achieved success of playing cricket with me. He scored high with me and fall in love with me. He always cared about me. Sunil loved me very much. Do you know why he loves me very much. Because when ever he played with me his team always won. He declared me as his lucky bat

life was full of joy and happiness. Once upon a time he had a match after three days. He was practicing day and night. I was very much tired for these days. Ultimately Sunil became very much tired and I got my breath back. Sunil used to keep me very clean. He was a hard working boy. When ever he comes home, he used to wash me with detergent. Again I started to shine. After the exercise of bathing I used to get deep sleep.

The day of the match came to my life. It was very important day for me because he challenged the opposite team. Due to these type of behaviour of Sunil I was in fear of bad happening that had never happened in my life. I had a great past experience with Sunil. But this time I was not comfortable with the situation that created an unwanted pressure on my mind. I was in fear of losing happier lifestyle with Sunil. It is because I had no experience of failure.

My fear turned into reality and this time Sunil lost the match. He became very much angry with me. He returned home and broke into two pieces. He never thought of my past performance. He did not thing that failure and success is a part of life. I died but prayed to God Had Sunil knew the fact of life. Winning and losing is not much important than friendship and feelings of others. Hope I will meet Sunil in next life and wish to fulfill his wish of winning. I always want Sunil to be happy.