it was about two years ago that I, a piece of clean, bright paper with words and figures clearly printed and with color fresh and charming, came out of the currency office.

I was proud of my handsome appearance. My first migration was from the currency office to the reserve bank of India, Hyderabad. There I lay for some time indistinguishable in a throng of similar notes. For seven days I remained imprisoned with ninety-nine other companions in the cashiers safe. I was wondering how long my imprisonment would continue!

At last my turn came. I was realized from my captivity, for the cashier gave me away to a clerk who was very lavish in spending money. I remained in his purse for about six hours, when his son, who was a school-going boy, came to him and asked for money.

I now passed on to tony as that was the name of that boy. He at once went along with friends to the school canteen, had tea and handed me to the manager. Here I gain remained in confinement in his safe for about a day, but his son took me out and handed me to a rickshaw-puller.

It was indeed a sad change for me. I felt an extreme pain when the man touched me with his rough, thick and dirty fingers. I felt strange recoil of horror at that time, but shrank from giving vent to my true feelings. He folded me into four or five layers and put me into his pocket.

I lay for some time in the pocket of the ragged coat of the rickshaw puller and came to be soiled with dirt which greatly tarnished my original brightness. At this I felt a sharp pang of pain.

Then I passed from the rickshaw-puller to a merchant. I was given exchange for a twenty-rupee note. I enjoyed the protection of the merchant for some time but soon I passed on to his little daughter-a bright young girl who touched me again and again with her neat little fingers. I was overjoyed to find that she liked me so much.

But I was not destined to enjoy her sweet company for long. She gave me to her elder brother who passed me on the cashier the next day, and now I lie in the cash box with ninety other companions.


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