I am a pencil.

              I was made in a factory. I was red and blank in colour. They named me Natraj. I was packed in a box with my other friend into a lorry. I was taken to a shop. 

                                         One day a boy came and bought me. He took me home and sharpened me. Then he took me to school and showed me to his friends. He used me on his notebooks. He also sharpened me a lot so became smaller.

                                   His friends fought with him and my owner broke me accidentally. Then my owner threw me into the dustbin. That was the end of my life.