And my madness has given me both freedom and safety. Freedom of being alone and safety from being understood, for those who understand us, enslave something in us” that’s something Khalil Gibran said long ago. Actually, purpose of quoting a great writer like him is to make easy to confess that I have gone mad. Seriously. Though, this madness has not given the pleasure of freedom as yet.     So, I have gone mad and have started avoiding plastic bags as far as possible. Sometimes carrying stuff like potato chips, cold drinks etc  in hand and walking calmly not caring about those staring eyes trying to say, “what kind of villager you are!” or may be, “such illiterate!”.   The chemical nature of plastic bags is such that they are non-biodegradable. So they are not decomposed nor disintegrated into their elements- a permanent source of pollution as soon as we throw them. Burning them is more dangerous than letting them stay for hundreds of years. Secondly, we do not have reprocessing facilities running which could decrease our concern. Though there are efforts at international level to introduce bags which are bio-degradable but that will take time (and for us a little more time).