In the life of a 5 rupee note.

He was old and tired..

Restlessly passed on and on from one hand to other for years.

The officer, the chai guy, shop cashier, fish walla...

The years started showing its might on him..

Battered and torn inside out..

People who used to pass him in earnest slowed down.

Looked at him with doubt before accepting him.

And one day, quite expectedly, he was unaccepted.

Just like that.

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So I am stuck with a 5 Rupee note.

I think i got it when i was dreaming and not actually seeing the change the guy gave me.

The next time i had a use of 5 rs, that is on my work to home journey, i took it out and gave. Innocently.

Sadly the recipient was not an idiot like me.

"Arre, yeh note nahin chlega!"

"What? Oh! Sorry!"

And just like that it got stuck with me.

Just like that.

Its not that i am THAT impoverished.

But seeing this useless piece of crap every time i open my purse is rather annoying.

Its like they say- dead money.

Except that this one is really dead.

Or really close.

So today, when i returned from work, i took it out.

Deposited in the box where i put useless stuff which i cant throw away.

Along with my last unburned letter from A.

And the chocolate wrapper someone gave me.

I am at peace.

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Ah this box is great.

Not so cozy as the AC locker.

But good.

The chocolate wrapper looks seriously out of date.

Still its nice.

I am at peace.