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I got up from a relaxed sleep but one look at the clock (strategically positioned on the adjacent wall) had me sitting bolt upright. It was 7.05 am. I was supposed to be up at 6.00 at least the alarm was supposed to ring…Yet another day… late out of bed. I hurried up with getting ready for school. At precisely 7.35 I was almost out when I remembered that the my van would not drop me home and I have to find some other means of getting home (read our own crowded Chennai PTC). All well remembered ,the problem was I could not find a single coin to pay for my ticket(not having applied for my bus pass).

Rummaged among the drawers, turned all the handbags in the house upside down…..still not one round silver coin. Ah! How relieved I felt when I heard the sweet tingling sound of money (I wasn’t going to be late after all!)But…surprise of surprise… out of the bag fell out a handful of shiny small 25 paise coins and I was beginning to think they were extinct. From experience, it is wise to remember how people glare at you when you produce four 25 paise coins instead of a one rupee coin. Imagine my plight if I had to pay EIGHTEEN 25 paise coins for my Rs.4.50 ticket.

All the way to school my mind was preoccupied with my 25 paise coin problem. The reason: I was shooed out of my house because I was late and due to that unwanted distraction, I lost my train of thought completely. So… Here I was, standing in front of my school with nothing but 25 paise coins in my pocket. I admit I am a  girl with pride ,I could not lower myself to tell anyone about what I still thought of as my 25 paise coin problem.(though the thought of how I am supposed to be getting home still nagged me).I’m a firm believer of the fact that solutions to  problems come to us voluntarily. Therefore I let it to chance.

It was almost after lunch and I was wholeheartedly dreading the moment I would have to tell somebody. In my absent minded state, I didn’t notice a friend of mine thrust a purse into my outstretched hands. I almost tore my purse apart trying to extract my ray of hope (the coins) of getting home. I had lost my purse along with its contents the previous day, which was the part of the reason I was awarded the punishment of coming back by bus. Ah! How relieved I felt when I heard the sweet tingling sound of money!!!!!! As I returned home, I somehow felt sorry for the neglected, unwanted 25 paise coins in my pocket. For all you people out there with similar feelings ,the solution comes to you voluntarily…if you have a hobby of collecting coins, good; else, cultivate one !For you may never know ,in another fifty years, the same measly 25 paise coins may be worth millions in an auction!!!

N. S. POOJA, Std XII, DAV Higher Secondary School

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