My mother was the only person in the family who could and would tolerate P . The rest of us would acknowledge his presence and then, go about our ways. P , in his early 20s then, belonged to my parents' hometown near Kasargod. He had come to B'lore in search of employment. He ended up as a peddler - of different products at different times. If it was pure honey at one time, it was banana chips, kokum products, tickets to cultural events (that nobody would attend),.... at other times. Since he would refuse to leave until she bought, my mother ended up being P 's permanent customer :( It was when P was selling leather bags that my mother bought this brown bag. I thought that it looked more like a bus conductor's bag than a college girl's! And so, for a long time, the bag stayed in a corner, unused. I don't remember when & why I used the bag for the first time, but, once I discovered the convenience of the multi compartments, the bag became my perma...