This is one of my earliest childhood memories, and a very special one. As far as I can remember, I used to be thrifty and careful about money. Of course, I wanted to have lots of it, but when you are 3 or even less, you don’t get to possess any.
The lowest value coin those days was the one in the picture, a one pice copper coin with a hole in the middle.
“Kaashu marathel kaikukayilla” (money doesn’t grow on trees), is a phrase that stuck with me when people speak about difficulty in making money.
I might have had a green thumb, or I was fond of planting even in those days, that I decided to try my luck in growing some money.
Secretly, I took one of my priced possessions, the ‘one paisa’ coin and went to near the cow shed where the soil could be most fertile (frankly I am not sure if I had that much of wisdom that time).
Using a knife, I made a small pit on the soil and carefully placed the coin in it. And I covered the coin with some fertile soil. Took a coconut shell with some water and watered the planted coin.
And secretly, and religiously, i watered my cultivation, twice daily for several days, in the hope of seeing the money tree growing.
I still remember the spot where I planted money, precise to at least a five feet radius.
The biggest take from this childhood innocence is the phrase getting etched on my mind. “money doesn’t grow on trees”.