Autobiography of a coin in 150 words

I was born in a mint near Mumbai. I am twelve years old and I was sent to Kolkata from Mumbai. You know, who I am. Guess, I am a two rupees coin. I am telling you the days that I nearly spent. When I was made I was shining but a man; who was carrying me, fell me down. I was sad. No one saw me and without seeing me they kept leg on me and went away. Soon my shine also had gone away. Days were passing like this and I was getting hurt in same brutal way. But one day a girl’s eyes fell on me. She took me in her hand and kept me in her pencil box. Her name was Smita. This new place was nice, cool, safe and better for me. I lived there very comfortably. I passed two to three days in this box . Whenever Smita used to

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