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The Chronicles Of Mummy Liew
. . . . .When silliness overthrows routine. . . . .


Monday, November 6, 2006

I was taking a shower yesterday at my mum's place, where I noticed that she placed a new bar of soap on the soap dish. I never use bar soap nowadays, as I find using shower foam more convenient and more hygenic. But older generation will prefer bar soap, cos its more cost effective (according to my mum) and I guess old habits die hard.

The bar soap got me interested because, I haven't seen this brand of soap lying around in my bathroom since my dad died. He was the only one who used this brand of soap. The sight of the soap brought back a wave of nostalgia and I instinctively pick the soap up and showered with it.

As the bubbles slided down my body, the whole bathroom was filled with its scent. It was an unusual fragrance, and din smell like anything else on the market. It does not smell quite floral, definitely not fruity, a little bit medicinal....smells like my dad.

It indeed brought back alot of fond memories. In just 20 mins in the bathroom, the soap brought me back to my father's arms, craddling me when I was a kid, brought me to the time where he just stepped out of the shower and the scent would burst out of the bathroom and lingered on in the area. I missed him terribly.

It suddenly occured to me: would my mum feel the same way as I feel? Would she feel all the memories rushing back as she takes a shower?

Different smells surely can bring memories so vivid, you'll feel like the incident just happened the day before.

I wonder which kind of smell would let Kelvin be reminded of me?

Brain freezed @
3:52 PM