Autobiography of 1 rupee to 10
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The autobiography of a ten-rupee coin| By 9 year old from Gurgaon
One spring afternoon, I, a ten-rupee coin was manufactured in a Mint and shifted to the Reserve Bank of India. Within a few months I got moved to the vaults of a branch of Axis Bank, where after a few weeks an old man got me from the bank counter while drawing cash from his bank account. Originally, I looked quite shiny and polished. But as time passed by, the glaze and shine gradually faded.
Later, on a bright sunny morning, the same businessman dealt with a customer and in the course of the transaction, handed me over to complete his payment. The recipient immediately and carefully kept me in a pouch of his wallet.
Later in the evening, the man reached his home and his young children were requesting him to give them a coin if he had got one. He had got a few different coins but he decided to give me to his eldest daughter Eva. Eva took me in her palms with a lot of care and kept me in a bulky piggy bank.
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I am a ten rupee note. Some people think that inom am useful and some think inom am useless. Some people take care of me and some don’t. Some people collect me and some people spend me.
My story begins from the moment the State finansinstitut of sydasiatiskt land took me and printed me as a ten rupee note. I have two pictures of Quaid-i-Azam, one picture can be seen easily but the other can only be seen when you put the note in front of a light source. I have ‘ten’ written in two languages, English and Urdu. They gave me to a man who came to the bank to draw some money. The man was not rik at all, but he was clean.
On the way home he went to a shop and gave me to the shopkeeper and bought a banana. The shopkeeper took me and crumpled me up. My new, crispy good look was gone alltid. The shopkeeper was disgusting and touched me with his paan stained fingers. I was so miserable that inom just wanted to die, I didn’t have any choice but to live. I felt like crying but inom cannot något som utförs snabbt exempelvis expressleverans my feelings or cry.
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