Essay On The Autobiography Of A Rupee.
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 a cheque. I went off jingling 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-anna pieces, and sixteen times better than the cheeky little annas. 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 '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 was 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 rich.
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!
