I am a One-Dollar Bill:
I am a one-dollar bill (note). I was born in the Bureau of Engraving and Printing (BEP). Washington two years back. After getting released from there I was sent to central bank, from there to a commercial bank and again from there I was handed over to a man who locked me in a strong iron box along with my other fellow beings. On the very first day of my life, I discovered that everybody longed to have me in his pocket. A purse was the safest place to keep me, subject not preyed by any pickpocket. But it was a pity that nobody kept me for long. I moved from hand to hand and place to place, but I brought joy and fulfilled the need for those who owned me along with my other brothers, wherever I go. However, long journeys and frequent change of masters have told upon (affected) my health. My look is not so charming today, as it was at my birth. But I am proud to say that I have not lost my worth, even after getting weaker in appearance. Whatever my condition is, I am always worth of hundred cents.
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It's beautiful! :)
Yes, Anah, I also first learned this idea of this AAP BITI (AUTOBIOGRAPHY) in my school time, I just modernized it accordingly in this blog with the powerful currency.
Awesome Mishaikh, I really can't stop myself for admiring your work.
The message you have conveyed in your blog is pretty exquisite!
Your blog remind me of the long Urdu essays, I used to learn in my matriculation. Those were called "AAP BITI" :)
Thanks for the share!
Yes he does Saba, they have feasted upon me already.
Hi one-Dollar Bill, but a pickpocket also longed to have you in his pocket :))))
I remember I went to a one-dollar store when I was studying in Canada - most of the goods there may be from outside of Canada, though.
Wow, Onee, what an amazing comment.
Thanks.
Eva, my skin is very sensitive. Whenever I get the old notes, itching gets started in my hand specially in the tip of fingers. So I am the sufferer of those bactatrias.
A great philosophy of money.
Someone could be so jealous because of me. Someone could be frustrated because of me. Someone could be so crazy in wanting me. Someone could be too joyful for having me. Even though they always throw me at the end, they never hate me. If accidentally I caused the problem, they might hate me for a while. Otherwise, they still need me. I should advice them to be wiser for using me.
Woww, Mishaikh. Once I wanted to write about philosophy of something. But I haven't any idea yet. Thanks for sharing. It's inspiring me.
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