Autobiography.
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Autobiography Life is one of the greatest blessings that the God has bestowed us. This blessing is as unique as bestowed only once. Ecstasy and grief are two focal components of life. Throughout the course of life, an individual capriciously establishes links with these states. These random links appear in form of memorable incidents. In this essay, I am going to convey a glimpse of some of my past, present and future. My earliest memories are like bottom of a rusty bucket; rusty and damp. Rusty because I do not remember them at all, but damp because I do recall some incidents clear enough to explain. I remember death of my grandfather when I was only four years old. Perhaps the moments of bereavement become irremovable part of a person's memories. It is like iron in a damp condition corrodes and rust becomes eternal. Vivid images of that moment of horror that makes...


