autobiography of bread
My name is Bread ( roti) and the world can't live without me. I'm so soft and people eat me up with love. Some people respect and love me. I am important in everyone's life and I feed the hungry. The farmer has given me life and I was born on the farm. made me into wheat and Wheat was made into flour by putting it in the machine. Then I was brought to the market and some people bought me and bring me home. then put me in a pot and knead it with Water and Then after a while put me on the griddle and warmed up the bread then baked bread and ate it. The bread was smeared with ghee and everyone ate it with love. Some people make me parantha, puri, kachori, and biscuits and some people give bread to the mother cow.