"Ajji why do you always carry this bag around", asked little Nikki.
Ajji had a habit of carrying a red jhola whenever she goes to the market. Whether it was to buy vegetables or grocery or visit someone, the red jhola would always hang by her shoulder.
"Ajji this jhola is becoming old, what have you hidden in it why don't you get another bag", now a little grow up Nikki asked.
"People will start recognizing you with the red jhola, they would call you the woman with red jhola. If you forget to carry it around, people will fail to recognize you. It has become a part of your identity", Nikki joked with her Ajji.
Ten years down the lane, Ajji was long gone and so was her red bag, life moved on with seemingly no traces of the past.
"Hey Nikita, it has been almost three years since we met and you haven't changed one bit. When we planned to meet up, I had exactly the same image of you with the unkempt hair and this yellow bag hanging on your shoulder and see here you are, exactly the same, with the same yellow bag", said Anoop.
