I am coins of one rupee but this time I am very old
and have been in circulation for many years. But I can still remember my early
youth. My active life began when I was paid over the counter of a bank, along
with other new rupees. To a gentleman who cashed cheque. I went off jumbling in
his pocket; but I was not long there, as he gave me to a shopkeeper. The
shopkeeper looked pleased, and hanged me on the counter to see if I were
genuine. The he threw me into a drawer.
There were lot of coins in the drawer. I soon found
I was in mixed company. I took no notice of the greasy copper coins as I knew
they were of very low caste. I was condescending to the small change, knowing
that I was twice as valuable as the best of them the eight-arms pieces, and
sixteen times better than the cheeky little Anna’s. Also found number of rupees
of my own rank, but. I was the most beautiful of all of them. Most had become
old and ugly. So I felt proud of myself.
Some of the coins became jealous of my beautiful
look and showed very rude behaviour with me. But a very bold rupee was kind, and
gave me good advice. He told me I must respect old rupees, and always keep the
small change in their place. He summed up his advice with the remark,” A rupee,
is always a rupee. However old and worn”.
Second day the drawer was opened and. I was given
to a lady. She put me into her purse. But the purse had a hole in it and, as
she walked along the street. I feel out and rolled into the gutter, where I lay
for a long time. At last a dirty boy picked me up; and for some time I vase in
low company passing between poor people and petty shopkeepers in dirty little
streets. But at last I got into good society, and most of my time I have been
in the pockets and purses of the I enjoyed a lot with their company.
I do not have much time to tell the adventures of
my life. I have lived an active life, and never rested long anywhere. Anyway, I
have had a better life than a rupee I knew who spent all his time locked up in
a miser’s strong box. What a dull life!