A Bag’s Life - Reshma Majithia

The new mall had just opened and bells, whistles and confetti adorned the interior. It was a colossal mall and throngs of people swarmed the place. My friends and I were displayed artistically in the Bag Shop. It felt exhilarating to be admired by so many people. Oh what a day!

A group of giggly young girls walked into our bag shop. And behind them in sharp contrast, sailed in this diva, resplendent in satin and flashing an alluring smile. I just couldn’t stop gawking at her. She kept peering at me and I was hoping she’d purchase me. To my dismay, just as she reached out to pick me up, a dishevelled looking woman snatched me instead. Needless to say, I was crestfallen.

My new owner shopped for a long time while I was tossed around. I was completely jaded and wanted to leave.

That evening, in anticipation of a party she was to attend, my owner started to parade in front of the mirror, trying on different clothes and babbling to herself. I seriously thought she was off the deep end! It took her an interminable length of time to get dressed, which baffled me since she finally wore a hideous outfit which made her look like a blob.

It was embarrassing to say the least, to be seen with this maladroit woman. This was only my first day and I do not see this boding well for my future. How I wish the gorgeous girl had bought me.