I am Red Rider,a broken 25 years old cycle. I was first launched by Atlast company. After manufacturing from the factory I was sent to a showroom to sell.
One fine morning I was sold to a boy of seven years old. His name was Raj. We both became very good friends. We enjoyed a lot of adventurous journey.
We crossed several paths - stony,muddy,rough,smooth,jungle. He used to take care of me very well. He washed me twice a week.
The days were going fantastic with my friend Raj. I was his best companion for going anywhere like school, tuition, playing ground.
But oneday I felt uneasy when Raj brought a black bike. I thought my usefulness had come to an end. Since then I was being neglected. He didn't spend any time with me.
Gradually I lost my friend Raj. Now he is very much comfortable with his new bike. Initially I became very upset, but time heals everything.
In course of time I got my place in a corner of their garden. There I have been suffereing from cold, heat, rain.
My all body parts which were robust and powerful have now become very fragile and week. My two wheels got rust. Bell can't work properly. Now I am getting old. No one takes care of me.
They sometimes talks about to sell me anyone. But I know my body has got down and parts and instruments got junk and rust. None can buy me.
It's my time to count my last days of life. This is my story.
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