The sun rose above the horizon and cast its golden glow across the blue sky. The lofty limitless rays raced through the silvery window panes. A chill wind faded away, making the curtains dance to their tunes. It brushed against my designed outfit which shone as bright as the sun.
As I lay amidst my fellow companions, happy thoughts drenched through the dark room. Suddenly as the curtains waved furiously and the window slammed violently. I held my breath while the door slowly began to open and a gust of breeze floated over the grey streaked floor.
Before I could come to terms with the hands of the stranger, I was picked and locked up in a large box. From here, began my journey of life. Soon, the box was opened and within a few seconds, I realised that I was a part of transaction. The man tucked me in his pocket and away I went from my birthplace. For three days and three nights, I was numb, partly due to the fear and partly due to the silence. Finally, when walked with his coat on, I was getting ready for another exploration.
No! I could not believe it! His torn pocket made way for me to fall into a gutter! My teeth were chattering and my lips were quivering, Everything seemed weird and uncanny feelings crept in. Thunder roared and streaks of lightning flashed across the sky throwing scary shadows on my metal face. Just as the fear glistened in my eyes, a rag-picker picked me up.
He treasured me for weeks, and then, I moved through the hands of shop-keepers and vendors of the locality. I did also experience the feel of the rich estate owners and entrepreneurs. My adventures are many. But now, I have become pale and old, dull and worn. The lion's head on my face is faint and the letters on my chest have been rubbed out. No one notices me for the value printed on me as it is not visible. My attempts at consoling myself have gone in vain. But tears and smiles have blossomed in my heart which I believe will always shine and gleam through the red streaks of my hair. But if words are to be believed its hard to say goodbye...
Yours,
rupee
As I lay amidst my fellow companions, happy thoughts drenched through the dark room. Suddenly as the curtains waved furiously and the window slammed violently. I held my breath while the door slowly began to open and a gust of breeze floated over the grey streaked floor.
Before I could come to terms with the hands of the stranger, I was picked and locked up in a large box. From here, began my journey of life. Soon, the box was opened and within a few seconds, I realised that I was a part of transaction. The man tucked me in his pocket and away I went from my birthplace. For three days and three nights, I was numb, partly due to the fear and partly due to the silence. Finally, when walked with his coat on, I was getting ready for another exploration.
No! I could not believe it! His torn pocket made way for me to fall into a gutter! My teeth were chattering and my lips were quivering, Everything seemed weird and uncanny feelings crept in. Thunder roared and streaks of lightning flashed across the sky throwing scary shadows on my metal face. Just as the fear glistened in my eyes, a rag-picker picked me up.
He treasured me for weeks, and then, I moved through the hands of shop-keepers and vendors of the locality. I did also experience the feel of the rich estate owners and entrepreneurs. My adventures are many. But now, I have become pale and old, dull and worn. The lion's head on my face is faint and the letters on my chest have been rubbed out. No one notices me for the value printed on me as it is not visible. My attempts at consoling myself have gone in vain. But tears and smiles have blossomed in my heart which I believe will always shine and gleam through the red streaks of my hair. But if words are to be believed its hard to say goodbye...
Yours,
rupee
Hi rupee, don't grieve, your mission is fulfilled...!( Need I tell u that I liked it, Greeshma..?)
ReplyDeletenot necessarily... will be happy, if u liked it.
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