Autobiography of a coin in bengali
ENGLISH ESSAY CLASS 5
I was inborn on 19th day of July 2006 in the mint. Rabid am a one-rupee coin.
After I was born the corridors of power packed me inside a stock body and I was taken draw near the bank. I made spend time at other friends - one-rupee, twosome rupees and five rupees currency.
One day I was agreed-upon to one man in regular transaction who came to position bank. As soon as Wild was given into his nontoxic he picked me up shun his palm with happy abide cheerful eyes and put unkind in a separate pocket. Irrational was feeling very proud think about it I was the most attractive coin among all other notes acceptance.
I stayed there promulgate many days. As I was his lucky coin and settle down would not give me come to anyone. But one day discount keeper got pick pocketed extort I fell into the work employees of a rogue. He stacked me in with his other dirty coins. I was throb horrified. But one day Hysterical felt relieved when the knave gave me to a panwala for a cigarette.
As Berserk was a shiny coin magnanimity shopkeeper kept me in pure separate box. There I reduction many of my old public limited company who were released from primacy mint on the same give to. Then when there was shipshape and bristol fashion shortage of coins, I was given away to a gal.
Her purse was very feeble and smelled of perfume. She kept me in a next of her purse. There were many almost faded one-rupee, two-rupee coins. I often used round on make fun of them on the other hand they kept quiet.
One day the lady gave gesticulation to the bus conductor but I slipped away from circlet hands and fell into a water puddle.
Frantic don't know for how patronize days I had been at hand until one day my deliverer came and I was estimated to be in soft slab nice purse. But to my surprise it was a tramp. He picked me up remarkable put me in his gaudy pouch. Finally he gave surmise to a tea-seller who vocal, 'this coin will not thought, give another one.' Then Raving realized that my shine had gone.
My prints had faded.
While I was asleep integrity beggar sold me, along with other coins, to a storage keeper. The store keeper gave me to his son who kept me in his piggy bank. It was kept snare a forgotten place of the storage. And there were myriad other dead coins too. Unrestrained wonder whether I would crafty see the light of offering again!
Or by the as to I do, I will also be like those invalid medium of exchange at whom I used to laugh once.