The Brylcreem
Last month grocery shopping was a little different.first because my better half accompanied me and second was this brylcreem.Many of my generation which now happens to be quite old know what brylcreem is.My husband was looking for it since days because he wanted it badly to fix his wavy locks and it was nowhere to be found but atlast we found it in a specific store.
That bright red/ blue jar which opens upside down took me back to my memory lane when I was exactly the age of my eldest daughter.I suddenly time travelled when next morning I saw my husband applying the brylcreem exactly the way my father used to apply who is critically ill at the moment.the emotion was overwhelming,can not be described in words.The same scent,the same gesture the same way of combing.My husband is nothing like my father nor physically nor nature wise but the gesture was so similar and familiar.It all took me back when he used to apply brylcreem so regularly to keep his hair fixed for upcoming office day and screaming at the same time that we will be late for school while we used to eat those specific fauji corn flakes and watch the three minute tom and Jerry cartoon on Mustansir hussain tarar morning show. I never realized till then how brylcreem was such an important thing in my life and how I will never be able to see Brylcreem the same way.
I secretly sniffed the brylcreem today to feel my childhood and to feel how my father used to be so healthy that he could apply brylcreem using his hands in contrast to that he can not eat his food properly with one working hand and me mocking at his brylcreem applying procedure versus how I can't even look at him now in so much misery.Life gives you so much of contrast,isn't it..
I was or am still not daddy's little girl,I have always been limited with my emotions as far as father is concerned unlike my daughter's but secretly I wish there could be a brylcreem who could fix him the way it fixed it his hair perfectly.
We sometimes do not realize the impact of little things in our life.We relate our memories to the people or how they made/make us feel but sometimes the still objects have a much larger effect.
I am so glad that my husband bought brylcreem and made me travel my memory lane,the road which I travel quite less.
