The idea of ‘money’ is a tantalising one. We have a vague idea of when it originated but now it has come to acquire its own place in our lives - in different forms.

21 years ago, as a fresh graduate, I was wondering about the meaning of money in my life. They were the years, when I was still financially dependent and a decent paying job was high on the mind.

I never thought I would end up writing on money.

As I look back at the last 2 decades, I realise that my approach towards money has not changed. My values with regards to money are intact.

It was written at a young age so it might sound simplistic but I hope it resonates with you.

The sounds of coins tinkering the rshshsh of notes; It’s the medium of exchange that’s what money denotes;

It’s the copper’s delight the paper’s fancy; Attracts them to everyone with eyes glanci’;

Money is a miracle it brings you fame; The possession of it makes your’s a ubiquitous name;

Money is a fodder it brings to you goaders; A plenty of them always ready to tend;

Money gives you hope raises your ability to cope; Its absence makes you cry weak, thin and wry;

Money has no parallel some store it in barrels; It is the measure of your laurels And the root of all quarrels;

The essence of your pay packet decides your tax bracket; It is the rich’s dame but the poor is in vain;

Money has its heads Money has its tails; It can’t bring you love but it can bring you bail;

A nine day wonder money is not everything; But the fact remains it is a sweet little thing;

Its M-O-N-E-Y……..money.

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