Autobiography of a One-Rupee Coin
Iwas born in a mint in Calcutta many years ago. I was brand new then and shone like a star. On my face was impressed the effigy of the King and on the other side I was stamped with my value. I was then thrown into a big sack with lots of others like me! Then, one day, I was sent off with my friends to a bank.
I lay there in an old iron box for many days until I was handed over to a fat man along with some currency notes.
One day, my master gave me to a shopkeeper in exchange for a packet he had bought, and I was dropped into a drawer from where I could see hundreds of things displayed on the shelves. I was just getting used to my surroundings when someone pushed me into his pocket. I found this very stifling for I could hardly move. I soon discovered, to my horror, that the pocket had a hole, and before long I found myself lying in a dirty street covered with mud!
To crown it all, people stepped all over me with big, heavy boots as I cried out in pain. 0 dear! This was not my idea of fun at all!
Thank goodness a little boy spotted me, and his eyes lit up like lamps when he held and examined me. I knew I had made him happy. This thought alone wiped away all my earlier pain and discomfort. In a strange way I realized I was needed, so I stayed on with the little boy who dropped me into his piggy-bank!
