Autobiography On....

Hey! Do you know who I am? Try to guess with this small clue. You know me but you don't recognize me because you don't pay attention but seek attention by showing me off. People mostly say I'm hidden but I'm actually pretty open. Hm... Didn't get it? That's alright!!! Let me finally introduce myself. I am nothing but just a pocket. I come on many different species in many different places. But, I here belong to the class"jeansopoda". We jeansopodes have the best skin layers which always keep us warm and dark inside. Ah... That doesn't mean that we don't see the broad daylight. Of course, we do, when we take bath and dry ourselves up. Now, this was all about how I live. But if you will hear me telling about what I am forced to live for, Article 17 will be demolished in no time. But as I'm here to brief you about my so-called" life", we shall continue. I first began appearing on waistcoats and trousers which was around....500 years ago, and one thing that I have observed since day one is that humans have never stopped tucking their sticky and sweaty hands into me. They just don't understand that my beautiful body becomes unpleasant and nasty. Well, the worst part is, did they stop till this act?

Nope. From the home to fashion and efficiency, I became the home to the garbage and unwanted things. I have these, all kinds of wrappers, papers, chewing gums, and obviously chits for different kinds of people. To see on the positive side, it is fun to read what these kids have to write. Sometimes, after washing myself, I find something tickling me. When I see it, it's a ₹100 note and a few coins. Some other times my owner is always looking for her earphones, carrying me along, when it has all the time been inside me. I think I'll stop here for now, because I can go on and on listing things. But the moral of my life, to you, is that use me efficiently and wisely. I do have my best friend - Mr. Dustbin, who will receive all kinds of waste. So, if you keep me clean, I'll keep you healthy. Bye for now...