The 1 rupee note

School,during lunch hour

Every day ,boring home food

Depressing dry sandwiches

Felt a burden,carrying them in my school bag,

Felt a drag,against the sweat whiff of fried “bread pakoras” from the school canteen

Bread pakora

Until one day

My mother went ill ,she couldnt pack lunch

She gave me a crisp 1 rupee note, that looked like this

One-Rupee-note

It sent a surge of joy through my veins, b ecause now I could attain joy

No more depressing dry sandwiches to carry

Walked into the school , with a bloated chest

I had the 1 rupee note, I had joy

Could hardly wait

For the  luncheon gong

It went off, I went off

Shot to canteen,first in line

To savor the “bread pakora”

Secretly wishing mother doesn’t get well soon

Because I could have another 1 rupee note

 

 

 

 

 

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