AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A THOUSAND RUPEE NOTE

In the very beginning, I was in the form of a paper of the finest quality. Then, the labourers cut me in a specified shape and I was sent to the Govt. Press where they printed me and gave me my real shape. Then, a banker issued me from the bank and put me in the ATM machine along with my other companions. I was feeling quite comfortable there then a man drew me out through his ATM card. He folded my every limb and joint and put me in his wallet mercilessly.

Then he used me for shopping and I was put in the cash counter of the shop. I was to talk to them, just then, the cashier put me with his untidy hands and entrusted me to a lady. She put me in her leather bag where there was dark all around. I lay there for more than one week then she used me for giving a donation to the victims of Earthquake in Pakistan. It was a lovely experience for me because I was being used for a noble cause. Now, in spite of being weary, I felt peace and since then I am counting the days my life in the donation box.