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I am now an old coin and have been in circulation for many , many years. I am worn out now and the lion's head on my face is very faint. But I still remember my early youth when I was in the government treasury, with my bright companions. I shone rightly then and the lion's head glittered brightly.
My active life began when I was paid out from the counter of a bank, along with other new rupees, to a gentleman who got a cheque encashed. I went off jingling in his pocket, but I was not there for long, as he gave me to a shopkeeper. The shopkeeper looked pleased when he had me in his hand, and said, "I have not seen a new rupee for some time", and he banged me against his counter to see if I was genuine. I gave out such a clear ringing note that he picked me up and threw me into a drawer along with a lot of other coins.
I soon found we were in a mixed company. I took no notice of the greasy copper coins, as I knew they were of very low caste; and I was condescending to the small change, knowing that I was twice as valuable as the best of them, the fifty paisa coins, and a hundred times better than the cheeky little paisa. But I found a number of rupees of my own rank, but none so new and bright as I was.
Some of them were jealous of my smart appear • Autobiography of A Coin Essay I am now an old coin and have been in circulation for many, many years. I am worn out now I shone brightly then and the lion’s head glittered brightly. My active life began when I was paid I went off jingling in his pocket, but I was not there for long, as he gave me to a shopkeeper. The I gave out such a clear ringing note that he picked me up and threw me into a drawer along I took notice of the greasy copper coins, as I knew they were of low caste; and I was But I found a number of rupees of my own rank but none so new and bright as I was. Some of •
and the lion’s head on my face is very faint. But I still remember my early youth when I was in
the government treasury, with my bright companions.
out from the counter of a bank, along with other new rupees, to a gentleman who got a cheque
encashed.
shopkeeper looked pleased when he had me in his hand, and said, “I have not seen a new
rupee for some time“, and he banged me against his counter to see if I was genuine.
with a lot of other coins. I soon found we were in a mixed company.
condescending to the small change knowing that I was twice as valuable as the best of them,
the fifty paise coins, and a hundred times better than the cheeky little paisa.
them were jealous of my smart appearan AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF COIN
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