Noaaaaaaaa…………..wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…….uuuuuuuuuuuu….i screamed at my father for forcing me to carry out routine bodily ablutions with the monotonous, boring, tasteless, minty less, a soap which lives like a tortoise doesn’t disintegrate quickly unlike other soaps with a comparatively large life cycle ……I recoiled my emotions ; curtailed my candy passions unable to defend the facts its herbal, recommended by doctors, allergic resistant blablahh burying my fantasies couldn’t withstand irrefutable logics of my father…
During my college times I felt it’s high time to un earth my buried fantasies….My Lascivious impulses with different candy bars exploded and started stacking my cupboards with all lingering colors...Transparent brown….Butter scotch…milky white….Pink..Rosy red….
Each day went with a different color……Bathing at its best….Soul rejoiced each with day humming Bum-Bum-bole
One fine morning as I was dusting my bed…My nostrils sensed some deep rooted flavor being unearthed….. Beneath my bed I found a old wrapper of Hamam….
an old fragrance and yet its scent is good enough to decipher and acted like a ATM pin number and unlocked some very old fixed deposit account that my mind-bank opened long back….
As these senses got paired I started dwelling about memories of my past….The word “Trust” flashed into my mind……Years of usage of this soap has built itself a castle of trust inherently which came into lime light after series of experimentation with candy bars…..The truth is that the short lived colorful candy passions could not by pass but rather disappeared itself into a stream of thin year in its turbulent effort to by-pass inherent Hamam effects…….
Hamam dominated and still dominating millions of homes with a simple catch phrase…”Trust”… that truly ignited and built a long lasting trust in Millions of Homes a fact which continues to live irrefutable
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