Autobiography of a coin
Hi! You know who I am! Everything in town I can buy, Parents slog (hard work) to earn me while children love to waste me. Some call me the brother of poverty, some say I lead to so much greed, few say I am the cause of false deeds and I am sometimes called the mother of necessities. Everybody wants me more and more.
I was born hundred years ago and was made mainly of silver. I was called a rupee. I felt very proud after coming from the mint (make a coin by stamping metal) to the Government Treasury.
My first owner was a rich person with a heart of gold. Though I stayed with him for just a short while, I had a memorable time. He took me all around the world, to the finest restaurants and casinos. I could not believe life could be this good. But before I knew it, the generous person that he was, he gave me away as alms (donation) to a beggar at the corner of the street.
Life took an unexpected turn. The beggar, unfortunately, lived under the bridge. The moment I was given to him, he took me home to be shown to his wife and kids. Seeing the glow (emotion) in their eyes, a tear escaped from my eye too. I stayed with him for quite some time and traveled through every dark narrow street of the city. But one day, I was passed on again to the ticket collector in the bus. Life took another interesting twist.
The ticket collector was an unusual individual who was always engrossed (attention) in his accounts. He did not seem to care much about me. And fortunately, he sent me soon to the bank where I was packed up in bags without a reason and put away in a dark corner of the room.
Three long stuffy months of pain and suffering and finally, I began to taste sunlight again. My prayers had been answered. But within the wink (close and open an eye quickly) of an eye I could see myself being in the hands of another rich man.
Once he went to a great procession (festival) where many people were gathered. As he passed by streets, he threw coins at people and made them happy. Unfortunately, I found myself in a gutter. I lay there long time. One day a boy was looking out for his lost marble where he found both the marble and me. Imagine my new young master’s joy! He immediately went and bought more marbles and the remaining change he spent on sweets.
How sad! Now, as time passed slowly the currency was changed. Some people thought that my companions and I would soon get out dated. Now nobody give me more importance and I am a common useless thing for all. How miserable my life is!