Soapy dreams.

GIRL, TO BE WITH YOU IS MY FAV'RITE THING

UH HUH

AND I CAN'T WAIT TIL I SEE YOU AGAIN

YEAH, YEAH

I WANT TO PUT ON MY MY MY MY MY

BOOGIE SHOES

JUST TO BOOGIE WITH YOU, YEAH


She started her day with disco.
With the Bee Gees, The Sunshine Band and the likes.
And all the while, she'd be running around the house naked, save for her shorts. That was her idea of dancing, whilst waiting for the soap to be unraveled from its cover.
And as her mum scrubbed her fat arms, and her face, which shriveled into multiple frowns, she heard Kool and the Gang, singing their heart out.
But it wasn't the music that filled the mornings with delight. 
Though, they did play a part. It was the smell.
The familiar eerie smell of childhood, she now missed.


And today, as she was told that it wasn't available in the market anymore, her mind turned child-like again. They returned, the faint smells of childhood. Mysore sandal soap smells, when running as dancing was forgiven. When the world was happy, and there was less of black, and more of  blue. The music, remained, the smells, were slowly dying.



P. S. The song stated above, one of my all time favourite tracks.