AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A RUPEE

I am an old one rupee coin and have been passing a busy life for many years. Now I have become worn out. Whatever written on my back has been almost faded out with rough usage. But still, I can remember when I was issued from the Mint As a new coin, I was shining and the writing on my back was very distinct. I was then very proud of my smart appearance. However, my active life began when was paid over the counter of a bank along with other coins and notes to a gentleman. I was jingling in his pocket but I did not stay there for long as he gave me to a shopkeeper.

Next, I came to a little girl when she bought a pen from the shop and got me as the balance. She exclaimed: "Ah! I have not seen a new coin for a pretty long time. She brought me home and kept me in her drawer with other coins There I found several coins of my rank, but none so new and bright as I was. Slowly, I began to hate them.. they were dull and worn out. At this behaviour of mine, most of the coins became jealous, but one very old rupee was kind to me.

He advised me that I should honour old rupees too as a rupee is always a rupee, however old and worn out. I cannot remember when I came out of the drawer and began to pass on to the new master. Then, I was exchanged with another master. But I felt that it is better to roll and to be worn out than to be locked up in the strongbox of a miser.