There is no such thing as too many bags!

For the last and final time let me tell all the men in the world and especially in my office that there is no such thing as too many bags per woman.

To elucidate –

Bags have various categories and sub categories. They have to be divided by

These are the minimum number of classifications. Each category needs to meet all the criteria of the other categories too. eg. We would need a big formal, medium formal and small formal, formal with churidars, formal with sarees and formal with trousers. My bag-drobe would read something like this –

I am sure you have many questions if you have observed my matrix carefully. If you don’t have questions I am sure you only admired the color of my matrix and did not read it. Because if you did you would have questions like what do I mean when I say formal bag with jeans, which is the epitome of all things not formal. Well, let me tell you, formal bag with jeans is required when I wear jeans to work on a Friday but I would require a formal bag because I need to have all things work related. But on Saturday I can take a semi formal bag to work.

Except the conservative number of scenarios detailed above for the requirement of a bag we would require miscellaneous stuff like a wallet which is practical, a change purse, a small purse to go for grocery shopping, a wallet which needs to be kept inside the handbag, etc which do not form part of the matrix above. So unless we have one in each category which makes it a total of 95 we need to keep buying. It is common sense really!

And I think the men in my life should be happy that I don’t keep too much store on the color and usually buy the common ones of black, brown and white. Coming to think of it I do have one in red, one in green and one in violet too! So there!!!

I rest my case.

P.S. Hubby, you were right. We do need another cupboard.

 

Knots

My take for the November Klash

Shveta’s earliest memories included the knot at the end of her mother’s saree which was used for securing a coin when she offered a prayer. “You should increase it to five bucks now ma”, Shveta would say when she was nine. “God would also be hit by inflation”. Her mother would smile and continue with her habit.

“Can you not understand? If God listened to everyone with just a rupee no one would ever be miserable”, Shveta would cry in all her teenage angst but never got her mother to stop.

Now as she sat next to her frail mother, Shveta tied up a rupee coin in a knot of yellow cloth and prayed like she had never prayed before.