Where Art Thou, Lost Ten Rupees?

In the heart of town, a gentleman withdrew money from the city's trusted bank. Securing his treasure chest upon his back, he mounted his trusty two-wheeler.  As he rode on the  pot-holed streets, the tumultuous ride caused the chest to unlatch, from whence a bundle of ten-rupee notes fell to the ground. Oblivious to this misfortune, the gentleman continued forth on his journey. The stack, caught in the dance of the wind, tumbled and turned, and from their midst, a lone ten-rupee note fluttered away, finding rest a stone's throw from its richer brethren.

A humble townsman, upon spotting the solitary ten-rupee note, claimed it as a sign from the heavens. In gratitude to Lord Ganesa, he acquired a morning feast (Idli and Vadai), and with the remnants, bestowed a single rupee unto the hallowed hundi of the temple of Ganesa. With a heart full of gratitude, he departed, his hunger quelled, and spirit lifted.

Yet, the tale takes a twist. The remaining ninety-nine ten-rupee notes, orphaned in a pothole, awaited their fate. Another passerby, with an eye keen for fortune, chanced upon them. Knowing the bank's practice of disbursing in hundreds, he counted and recounted, expecting to find one hundred bills. Yet each count yielded but ninety-nine. Bewilderment took hold, and he found himself ensnared in a relentless cycle of counting, ever seeking that elusive hundredth ten-rupee note.

Thus, the man who found a mere ten rupees departed fulfilled and content, whilst he who discovered ninety-nine remains trapped in the prison of his own making, unable to break free from the chains of an endless count.