As I was walking down the road, I chanced upon this couple in front of me.
Holding hands, swinging them, so lovely, so romantic.
Will I ever be in that place, holding hands with someone?
Such a lovely sight, but trust me, I'll spoil it.

I have promised myself many times never to try to understand women.
Even though I try to break it sometimes.
Yes, women are queer, different. Strange acting.
(Please don't send me hate mails)
Among other things, they take hours and hours to get ready.

Ok, finally ready, but that's it? Quite not.
Tagging along will be a purse.
Why call it a purse, that is a fancy name for something else. A bag.
A mammoth 10 kg bag, on the shoulders.

God only knows what women carry.
I won't even try imagining all the stuff in there.
Funnily, it is a day to day bag.
Though, it looks more like a disaster contingency bag.

Take men's bags.
Most men carry a plain small bag or a wallet.
Money, cards, driving license, some papers etc.
And always some photos of himself.

For men, it is easy not to carry a heavy wallet.
It becomes damn hard to sit anywhere with a fat wallet.
As for women, the bigger, the better.
But it should be stylish, even if the poor bag is filled to the brim.

I don't really know who should I pity.
The woman or her shoulder.
Or the fully packed poor bag.
But no, my sympathies lie with someone else.

It is the poor mannnnnnn.
He has to carry the bag.
He can't even refuse, when he is asked to carry it.
And he doesn't even want to be seen by someone carrying that.

Where can the poor guy hide? Behind the bag only, I guess.
He is embarrassed by carrying the ladies' bag.
And what the heck? It is a full 10 kg bag.
Talk about double discomfort.

As for the beautiful romantic story in the start.
Yes, the guy was carrying his girl's bag.
Life does not make you ready for a lot of things.
Surely not carrying a woman's bag.