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The same life continued for about a month and now I was starting to feel alone. The wind
breeze now felt melancholy. The light of the moon made me feel lonely. The ants crawling
over and through my body were hardly an object of interest now. My colourful life was
fading away. I wondered if this is all my life was meant to be- Bullied to no end by Benjamin,
and then stranded alone in a playground.

After about a week more, Lady luck smiled upon me. I saw a clean pair or velvet shoes and
linen pants approaching me. “Oh…There you are!” said a calm, bold, and manly voice. A
hand with long slender fingers picked me up, and I used this opportunity to look at the person
displacing me from my lonely habitat. The person was a tall middle-aged man. He had small
eyes shielded with round glasses and thick straight eyebrows. He then hastily tucked me in
his left pocket. I could hear him walking around and I’d guess he was going home. In the dim
light of dusk, I could see a brown box filled with brown-headed wooden sticks kept alongside
me in the pocket. Soon he stopped walking. I heard him unlock a door and then walk in.

Now, out of the dark pocket, I was put on a table with a window beside it. Through the
window, I could see a few buildings and clusters of small houses. There also were peculiar
giant metal boxes running around these houses.

The man soon returned with a lush black shirt and a slim and sharp metal object. I had seen
this same object in the Benetton store. I vaguely remember it being used to strengthen the
threads between us and the shirt. The man proceeded to do the same. The whole process was
painful. I was now attached to the clean black rayon shirt. The man used some peculiar
instruments to clear the dirt out of me and my new fellow buttons. I felt refreshed. Was my
life finally going to become good?

He then ironed the black shirt and gently kept it inside a wardrobe. The wardrobe was made
of timber wood. The large wooden door, carefully embroidered with bronze coloured metal
plates gave the ambience of a rich household. I think Lady luck pitied my loneliness and
granted me a life of riches. Thinking about my life again in the wardrobe, made me smile at
my journey ‘from rags to riches’. I deserved this for the hardships I had faced.

After spending a day in the cosy wardrobe, the door finally creaked open. The same slender
hand gently picked me up again. The man wore a black shirt and went on outside. He raised
his hand, and a giant yellow metal box stopped in front of us. This man was magical!

I peered through the glass of the giant metal box and saw the surroundings moving at a very
fast pace. Faster than Benjamin’s running speed! This reminded me of the fun I had with
Benjamin, having a new experience at school every day. However, I’m glad that I escaped
that bully’s house. The Metal box stopped and my master pulled out a green paper from the
shirt pocket and gave it to another man in the metal box before going outside. Now I was at a
completely different place. It was a huge building. Higher than three times my Benetton store.
We proceeded inside.

There was a surprisingly cool atmosphere inside. Master made his way to some area and sat
down. I snoozed off in a comfortable atmosphere. I woke up straight at the dusk, when my
master left the cool building. Like on our way here, we went back into a giant yellow metal

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