An autobiography on a one rupe note
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I AM a one-rupee note. I left the Security press about two years back. I travelled in a strong iron-box along with a million or so of my brethren. One the very first day of my life I discovered that I was, perhaps, the most beloved thing on earth. Everyday looked at me with eyes full of eagerness. The rich and the poor all wished to have me in their pockets. Everyday good soul worked day and night to get hold of me. Not to speak of grown-up people even small children longed for me. A purse or a pocket was the safest place where I was kept with great care by every day. But long journeys and daily change of masters have told upon my health. I have lived for only two years, but I look very, very old. There are wrinkles all over my face, and nobody seems to welcome me. I admit that my looks are not so charming today, as they were on the day of my birth. But I am proud to say that I have not lost my worth.
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I am a one rupee note born in an RBI bank. I was born on 3rd August 2019. As I was printed I was put along with my other siblings in a bundle and packed in a cardboard ,put into a truck and sent to far off lands. I preferred sleeping during this long journey. I didn't come to know when the time passed by and I felt a gentle thud at the bottom of my bed ,the cardboard. Suddenly I felt very cold to then I observed I was in an air-conditioned room. Somebody opened the cardboard box and picked me up along with my siblings and then i was handed over to an unknown person. He took me to his home and kept it in his office drawer. Now I am here in this drawer hidden behind the cheque books and pens and papers and booklets and passbooks and what not.