Chavanni

I had promised myself that my first real blog would be something personal and definitely about this little minted piece of metal. Afterall, there are  larger issues that we need to tackle. Why this petty coin which is even out of circulation now?

We must agree that deep inside, we're still those little people who came into this world who love the feeling of being wanted. It's an overwhelming feeling as the people who made you feel prized are gradually passing on...leaving only memories and small spots of emptiness within you. This coin is one such tender memory which will always remain dedication to my grandfather. 

As a little girl, the reward I expected from my grandfather...no one else mind you... was always this: a chhota paisa as I called it. Believe me, he'd give me a rupee and I'd frown and sulk for I wanted this little piece of money. I didn't know it's worth, what it could buy, whether it could buy anything at all, which denomination was bigger or smaller. I just liked it because it fit in my little palm. 

Years passed by, I grew up... my grandfather is no more and the coin is not in use now. But the memories are still fresh...almost tangible. The tiny bag that held all these coins gathered from him for 'being a good girl', for an insignificant chore 'well done', was now filled to the brim and heavy. So is my heart...