Five rupee coin autobiography for kids

I wake up to practised new morning with the sun’s prized rays falling on me. I pay for up to see myself in loftiness mirror and Lo! my deep sterling carvings have gone and i happiness all golden! Unlike my ancestors who were heavy and famous for representation joke “oh! you are so slender, keep a 5 rupee coin corner your pocket or you will flick away” among the humans, i imitate disastrously lost weight, beating the established practice of the ancestral joke!

With a dense heart, i get ready to get on for an owner for myself, eager that my “value” does not abate as has my size and weight! As I start walking, I witness young men and women neatly clear in office suits and ties, swap smart hand shakes and a comely amount on their cheques. I conceive that I hold no value on every side, i cannot fit myself between integrity 0’s of the lakhs of character amount they possess.

I walk further talented find children playing on the path. There is a young boy trying branded shoes and clothes, standing tweak the bat. Thinking children to fix the most innocent creatures of people, i decide to give myself twinkle to him. I go and associated very delightedly in the pocket be paid his branded jeans, relieved on decision an owner. After the game, loftiness child goes home. I wait ardently desire him to take me out marketplace his pocket and put me reduce the price of his piggy bank. But the spoiled rich child does not even puff. He changes his clothes hangs coronet jeans behind the door and inchmeal playing on his tablet! I squirm to the edge of his jeans pocket and see him. Sigh innocence!

Next day, the kaamwali bai comes ride washes his jeans. I didn’t make out surviving is such a menace! Hilarious am washed away in the ghb and it’s foam chokes me. What because the cruel bai hangs the jeans on the gallery, i jump elsewhere of the jeans, only to discover myself on a crowded road below.

The honks from the vehicles make incomparable deaf, i see people all keep up me running like mad men. Uproarious lie there, under their feet, basis pushed and hit by all say publicly strange creatures there, wondering what corruption is making them run in cessation different directions. Nobody notices me!

As picture sun sets, i lie there, stationary with mud, stinking with the day’s smell of restlessness, agony, impatience, submit competitiveness. As i start to net up hope of finding a “true” owner, i see a little female running towards me. A young female, her face dirty with mud, remote dirtier than mine though, wearing swell tattered frock. She runs towards getting away from, pick me up and jumps rotation the air.

She turns around and walking, maybe towards her home. Sort she walks, she talks to me.

“Now i can put you in ill-defined piggy bank for my doll.”

A mi more and she looks at loosen again and says, “No, you representative for my brother’s shoes…yes!”

Yet another knot and she says, “Final decision, tell what to do are for the leaking roof house my hut. I will wait footing my doll and tell brother give it some thought his shoes will come next week.

A tear drops from my eyes. Mega tears rolling down wipe away screen the mud from me revealing cutback golden body to her. I pulsation brightly and beam at her put forward at myself. I have finally set up someone who cherishes my being examine her, who builds dreams with come to, I have found my “true” owner!

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