Question

Auto biography of a old coin for class 7 in histre

Answer 1

rn in a mint near Mumbai. I am twelve years old and I was sent to Kolkata from Mumbai. You know, who I am. Guess, I am a two rupees coin. I am telling you the days that I nearly spent. When I was made I was shining but a man; who was carrying me, fell me down. I was sad. No one saw me and without seeing me they kept leg on me and went away. Soon my shine also had gone away. Days were passing like this and I was getting hurt in same brutal way. But one day a girl’s eyes fell on me. She took me in her hand and kept me in her pencil box. Her name was Smita. This new place was nice, cool, safe and better for me. I lived there very comfortably. I passed two to three days in this box . Whenever Smita used to open her pencil box she used to see my smiling. After seeing me, she was thinking something in her mind. One day Smita got a five rupees coin. She kept the coin beside me. Now I had a friend; with whom I used to share my joys , good feelings, bad feelings and experiences of my life. It was also very happy with me. Do you know? what did happen after that? One day Smita dropped me on the way when she was in hurry to get up on school bus . Without seeing me she kept her leg on me. I was crying with pain. When she removed her leg. I got some relief and took some breath . What bad day it was! There was also Smita’s brother ; Arun; who was naughty and never used to listen anyone . Arun took me in his hand and bought a candy and gave me to the shopkeeper. He kept me in the box. There was also coins like me. Again I got many friends and I was happy. I also told them my bad days that I spent. They were also sad and were weeping by hearing my sad story (Autobiography) while some were laughing at me. Some friends told me don’t mind at them. I was happy there but also missing my beautiful home and my friend , five rupees coin. Now what will happen to me I don’t know . But I don’t want to go from here too.

Answer 2

I was born on 19th day of July 2006 in the mint. I am a one-rupee coin.

After I was born the authorities packed me inside a trunk and I was taken to the bank. I made many other friends - one-rupee, two rupees and five rupees coins. One day I was given to one man in a transaction who came to the bank. As soon as I was given into his hands he picked me up from his palm with happy and cheerful eyes and put me in a separate pocket. I was feeling very proud that I was the most handsome coin among all other coins.

I stayed there for many days. As I was his lucky coin and he would not give me to anyone. But one day my keeper got pick pocketed and I fell into the hands of a rogue. He stuffed me in with his other dirty coins. I was feeling horrified. But one day I felt relieved when the rogue gave me to a panwala for a cigarette. As I was a shiny coin the shopkeeper kept me in a separate box. There I met many of my old friends who were released from the mint on the same day. Then when there was a shortage of coins, I was given away to a lady. Her purse was very soft and smelled of perfume. She kept me in a corner of her purse. There were many almost faded one-rupee, two-rupee coins. I often used to make fun of them but they kept quiet.

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