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I wrote a piece for a competition titled 'Rags to Riches'.

A rag to rich story is often patronising of the hard work and efforts put in to reach that stage! But mine is a bit different! You would wonder how my life history is unique, isn’t it? I was born a rag picker, picking up bits from only two streets of my village! Two streets one would wonder why? Because, it was the end of my territory, I couldn’t dare to put a toe ahead! Other boys of my age (16) had their own streets! We were so proud of our kingdoms discussing the welfare of our citizens and pronouncing judgements on how each other’s kingdoms should be run! We all used to meet in the huge ground behind the railway station; barely dressed, such was the poverty. The person who had collected the most money from the treasurer (The Rags Dealer who gave us money in exchange for rags) was The Emperor. We, the kings exchanged our kingdoms often by depositing some money with the then Emperor! Anyone having an empty treasury (money balance) was deprived of a kingdom till the next meeting. I usually got the best street, the ‘Canoye Street’. The mayor and other top officials (Village Administrative Officer, Treasurer, Head Priest, etc) had their ‘heavenly seeming’ abodes there. I would usually find lots of bottles, old toys and lots of stale food. I learnt tit – bits of English from the servants. I used to look down at their children, well dressed but confined to their homes. Wasn’t it a prison for them, I used to wonder? But one kid was worthy of my attention, Master Wright. He was paralysed and used to sit outside in his wheelchair. The other posh kids disregarded him, but he seemed to be captivated by the sight of me. Whenever I was peering around my kingdom looking for some more treasure, his smile met me. I was curious and one day I asked it out. His reply was weird. He was envious of me, of my physical freedom. I don’t know why but I too was saddened by his condition. I would sit with him for a while narrating about my adventures. I was soon allowed inside his house, to his playroom. It was a new world for me, a world I yearned to enter. Wright was a good friend; he taught me to read and write to dress and to speak! I was closely attached to him, yet was highly jealous. One day, I had my revenge. Returning from the playroom, I noticed money kept in bundles near the safe. I saw my chance, snatched the money and left. I caught the next train and escaped! I don’t know whether the police was informed or not, but no one caught hold of me. I bought some lands with the huge amount of money (it turned out to be 15 lakh rupees). I am rich and my story from ‘Rags to Riches’ is unique of all!