I am a one-rupee coin providing an autobiography. I was minted in 2006 and spent my early days with other coins at a bank. I was proudly given to a man who considered me his lucky coin. However, I was lost when his pockets were picked. I was mistreated by thieves until finding homes with shopkeepers, ladies' purses, and eventually a beggar's pouch, fading over time. My shine diminished until a child rescued me, bringing happiness and purpose before being stored in his piggy bank.
I am a one-rupee coin providing an autobiography. I was minted in 2006 and spent my early days with other coins at a bank. I was proudly given to a man who considered me his lucky coin. However, I was lost when his pockets were picked. I was mistreated by thieves until finding homes with shopkeepers, ladies' purses, and eventually a beggar's pouch, fading over time. My shine diminished until a child rescued me, bringing happiness and purpose before being stored in his piggy bank.
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it is project based on english first term project for class 11 west bengal board
I am a one-rupee coin providing an autobiography. I was minted in 2006 and spent my early days with other coins at a bank. I was proudly given to a man who considered me his lucky coin. However, I was lost when his pockets were picked. I was mistreated by thieves until finding homes with shopkeepers, ladies' purses, and eventually a beggar's pouch, fading over time. My shine diminished until a child rescued me, bringing happiness and purpose before being stored in his piggy bank.
I am a one-rupee coin providing an autobiography. I was minted in 2006 and spent my early days with other coins at a bank. I was proudly given to a man who considered me his lucky coin. However, I was lost when his pockets were picked. I was mistreated by thieves until finding homes with shopkeepers, ladies' purses, and eventually a beggar's pouch, fading over time. My shine diminished until a child rescued me, bringing happiness and purpose before being stored in his piggy bank.
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF COIN
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.
One day the lady gave me to the bus conductor but I slipped away from his hands and fell into a water puddle. I don't know for how many days I had been there until one day my rescuer came and I was ready to be in soft and nice purse. But to my surprise it was a beggar. He picked me up and put me in his dirty pouch. Finally he gave me to a tea-seller who said, 'this coin will not work, give another one.' Then I realized that my shine had gone. My prints had faded.
While I was asleep the beggar sold me, along with other coins, to a store keeper. The store keeper gave me to his son who kept me in his piggy bank. It was kept in a forgotten place of the storage. And there were many other dead coins too. I wonder whether I would ever see the light of day again! Or by the time I do, I will also be like those invalid coins at whom I used to laugh once.
OR I am a one Rupee Coin and I am writing my autobiography. I was born in a mint in Delhi many years ago. I was brand new then and shone like a star; on my face was impressed the effigy of the King and on my other side I was stamped with my value. I was then thrown into a big sack with lots of others like me. Then, one day, I was sent off with my friends to bank. I lay there in an old iron box for many days, and then was handed over to fat man along with some currency notes.
One day my master gave me to a shopkeeper in exchange for a packet he
bought, and I was dropped into a drawer, from where I could see hundred of things displayed on the shelves. I was just getting used to my surroundings when someone pushed me into his pocket. I soon discovered, to my horror, that the pocket had a hole, and before lang I found myself lying in a dirty street covered with mud. To crown it all, people stepped all over me with big, heavy boots. I cried out in pain and oh! Dear, this was not the idea of fun at all.
Thank goodness a little boy spotted me and his eyes lit up like lamps when he held and examined me. I knew I had made him happy. Just that thought wiped away all my earlier pain and discomfort. In a strange way I realized I was needed, so I stayed on with the little boy who dropped me into his bank.er
