Conclusion of autobiography of a coin

Autobiography of a Coin:

I was born in the mines of Peru. At first, I was a part of silver ore. Then I was shipped to the Mumbai port and from there to the Government Mint, Mumbai where I was put into a hot furnace, melted, and given the shape of a coin with an effigy of an Indian Emblem on one side and ‘One Rupee’ written on the other.

Thus equipped I found in me wonderful mobility to pass from hand to hand. Before I was two years old I had travelled into every nook and corner of the country. But at the beginning of my third year, I fell into the hands of a miser who imprisoned me in an iron box where I found myself amidst about five hundred other rupees that lay under the same confinement.

Oh, what a hellish place I was in!

Here I lay in darkness along with my companions.

If i were a coin essay

All of us felt suffocated. Even such natural gifts as air and light were denied to us. The miser’s box was the worst type of prison. Not that he did not open the box. He opened