I can count up to three months long that my bag was left unwashed. This the minimum that I can count as I don't want to exaggerate in my counts which could have end with more counts!
I like the color as it became more and more of greenery. It was so enviro-friendly.
I was thinking that when things fade their value - realized.
The absence of my bag was known in workplace as well! Thanks to dear colleagues who knew me by my appearance with my bag....
The contents of the bag-like any other bag was of newspaper, tiffins, coupons, wallet, pouch, MP3, clothes etc which all build for me a day. Curious eyes when ask why I was so attached or why I was so inseparable with it....Ya, they got the answer that had the bag been stolen, the world's a stone age! That was just an answer to the question which makes them more eager to knowing. It makes sense that human curiosity is the one that had been many people's weaknesses, including me
What makes me not wash for such a long time? Laziness! Definitely yes....you might say and I might say "exactly" but I might still defend saying that it is because of my curiosity..defence is always there for anything and that is why we have a term called alibi
Anyway its my bag and I might also say that its none of the other business if they ask...haha
But I don't want my bag to rot on my back Having no angel to wash for me or no devil to labor the dirt on my bag, My own hands solve the problem of washing.
Now the color of the bag is white (wow.. as pure as white) and it has resumed its journey on the back of a great man! (whoa!!) who rides a cab and used to threw mercilessly on the automobile seat on his way to office. What a pity that it resume covering stuffs like beer on its way back home now and then (zuz joking!)
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