Ghandiji's Charaka

It is a warm spring day. I was also known as charka. It has been a day or two but I have been used. While I was having a cup of tea and was talking to Mr. Thread and Mr. Boblin the doors opened. I was kept in the corner and was covered with a cloth. Gandhiji was searching for me. I was scared of what he comes to know that I can talk so I kept my teacup behind the shelf. He saw me and removed the cloth and I could see the world again! I was taken to the lounge and I started spinning around again. Days passed by many things changed but I was still spinning. After a few days, my head started spinning when I went to Dr. Joint. He told me I am becoming old and I can't spin anymore. I didn't want to upset Ghandiji so I kept spinning though it was difficult for me. A day came where I was replaced but not thrown. I was kept safely in the cupboard. After a few days, we got independence and after a while, Gandhiji died I cried a lot. After a few months, some people came and took me to a place called the museum. I became very popular. Many people visited me every day. Now I am 100 years old and I died. Gandhiji came and took me away. I was spinning again but this time I was spinning in heaven.