Autobiography of torn money
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Yes! I am going through a phase in my life where I am depressed more than ever. I… never really saw this coming! A few days back my owner was smiling when he looked at me. What more can I ask for. My value is pretty big, yet I have always been jealous of the many other big ones around. I am humble; never did I take pride in my existence. People share a variety of bonds with me. Some love me so they keep me hidden in a dark place, inaccessible to the world. Others adore me so they always carry me with them. Personally, I love people who let me be free more often than not. Nobody should be held longer than one deserves to be.
However, we the community of notes got used to this system of being stagnant all the year long. Not able to meet my friends or gossip about the different owners from various parts of the country sometimes makes me miss the outside world. Despite the fact that many people keep us hidden away, there are some who care for us in a natural way. Not everyone is as obsessed as some people are. They know and understand my value, my importance. I am respected for they need me. People use my abilities to fulfill their desires. Soon I am off to someone else. Over the last ten years, since my first arrival I have never seen such a drastic change in my career as a legal currency.
On the 8th of November this year, when I was hanging out with my friends, suddenly my owner started acting absurdly weird. None of us knew what was happening. In the house where I lived, with me lived over a bunch more friends of mine whom I had never seen before until today. There they were, all sitting on a table, all piled up one above the other. I was at the rear end of the table, watching my owner. His face was terrified as if someone just robbed him.
From that moment on-wards, things were set into motion. Over the next couple of hours, I had a great time talking with all my new friends who just got bail from the owner’s prison. It was a get-together after merely a year or so for me. Never have I ever been so utterly happy about something that I could not understand. The next day, when the news spread and everyone panicked, our support community got information through our intelligence sources which claimed that the higher authorities of the country made a bold move against illegal currency owners. We were informed that we are no longer a legal tender and our value is no more than a piece of paper. Knowing this, I couldn’t sleep all night!
It was also then that we figured some very ground breaking discovery. Many of our friends and siblings were seen returning from the border zones. I met one such friend of mine in Delhi exactly ten days after the announcement. We had a good talk about the current situation. She explained how the cross border people refused to accept her and how she was put into a dark box and transferred all the way to Delhi. When more and more such friends of mine, began to show up, it made me believe a little that this move is certainly doing some good for the country.
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