<p>My sister-in-law, who lives abroad, gifted me a handbag recently. But more than it, I am enamoured by the collapsible shopping bag inside the handbag. <br /><br /></p>.<p>The shopping bag is black with a smattering of white polka dots all over. Its one remarkable feature is that it can be folded to the size of a wallet. It has great capacity. It is like a bottomless pit in which I can put all things purchased — bread, eggs, butter, cheese, vegetables, fruit and all and sundry. <br /><br />The best part is that it is very light. Usually, handbags are voluminous. They keep falling off your shoulder and inconvenience you. It is difficult to make way in a crowded marketplace with the bag on you, as you keep on getting pushed and shoved from all sides. <br /><br />The shopping bag, though, is easily manageable. I do not take any polythene bags from shopkeepers any more. I directly stuff everything into my shopping bag. It has made me environment-friendly in my own little way. By abstaining from taking plastic bags, I am doing my bit towards preserving our surroundings.<br /><br />When I tell the vendors to put the items in my bag, they cannot refrain from complimenting it. One said, “That’s one fine bag you carry!” It has become my trademark and a part of my personality. It has also acquired an individuality of its own. One day, I forgot my precious bag at a shop. I only noticed its absence much later upon reaching home, as I had bought too many things that day. I blamed and cursed myself for my profound carelessness. <br /><br />Suddenly, the bell rang. I opened the door to find the shopkeeper’s helper standing there holding my bag in his hand. I was dumbstruck. “It is yours, isn’t it?” he asked. I replied in the affirmative. He said, “I thought so.” So relieved was I that I thanked him profusely and gave him a generous tip. I hugged the bag as if it were some long lost treasure. <br /><br />Without it, life would be bereft. That day onwards, I became extra careful and checked and rechecked that it did not get left behind by mistake at any shop. I love it and it is my prized possession. I am slightly selfish and don’t like sharing it with anyone lest they should lose it. <br /><br />I am indebted to my sister-in-law and thank her from the bottom of my heart for giving me such a wonderful and useful present. Undoubtedly, the bag is of great utilitarian value. The bag has also strengthened the foundation of my relationship with my sister-in-law. My bond with the bag, and my sister-in-law, will certainly stand the test of time.</p>
<p>My sister-in-law, who lives abroad, gifted me a handbag recently. But more than it, I am enamoured by the collapsible shopping bag inside the handbag. <br /><br /></p>.<p>The shopping bag is black with a smattering of white polka dots all over. Its one remarkable feature is that it can be folded to the size of a wallet. It has great capacity. It is like a bottomless pit in which I can put all things purchased — bread, eggs, butter, cheese, vegetables, fruit and all and sundry. <br /><br />The best part is that it is very light. Usually, handbags are voluminous. They keep falling off your shoulder and inconvenience you. It is difficult to make way in a crowded marketplace with the bag on you, as you keep on getting pushed and shoved from all sides. <br /><br />The shopping bag, though, is easily manageable. I do not take any polythene bags from shopkeepers any more. I directly stuff everything into my shopping bag. It has made me environment-friendly in my own little way. By abstaining from taking plastic bags, I am doing my bit towards preserving our surroundings.<br /><br />When I tell the vendors to put the items in my bag, they cannot refrain from complimenting it. One said, “That’s one fine bag you carry!” It has become my trademark and a part of my personality. It has also acquired an individuality of its own. One day, I forgot my precious bag at a shop. I only noticed its absence much later upon reaching home, as I had bought too many things that day. I blamed and cursed myself for my profound carelessness. <br /><br />Suddenly, the bell rang. I opened the door to find the shopkeeper’s helper standing there holding my bag in his hand. I was dumbstruck. “It is yours, isn’t it?” he asked. I replied in the affirmative. He said, “I thought so.” So relieved was I that I thanked him profusely and gave him a generous tip. I hugged the bag as if it were some long lost treasure. <br /><br />Without it, life would be bereft. That day onwards, I became extra careful and checked and rechecked that it did not get left behind by mistake at any shop. I love it and it is my prized possession. I am slightly selfish and don’t like sharing it with anyone lest they should lose it. <br /><br />I am indebted to my sister-in-law and thank her from the bottom of my heart for giving me such a wonderful and useful present. Undoubtedly, the bag is of great utilitarian value. The bag has also strengthened the foundation of my relationship with my sister-in-law. My bond with the bag, and my sister-in-law, will certainly stand the test of time.</p>
