I jog through my childhood
memories at the age of five, remember this little fella, two years younger, looked
exactly like Pee Wee (the cute friend of Richie Rich) and followed me everywhere.
I still fail to comprehend my adventurous streak at that age, it baffles me no end whenever
I think about the shenanigans initiated by me and very diligently followed by
Pee Wee – my younger sibling!
Pee Wee was the central character
to all my experiments, most of the memorable ones are at our Mom’s dressing table. The long mirror, the attached side tables
with drawers appeared like a magnificent throne. My little Prince Pee Wee (read
guinea pig) seated on the throne, all geared up for the grand game to begin. The
contents of the drawer, my mom’s prized possessions, lured me to pick and
cajole them with my artistic hands – a box of compact face powder, talcum
powder, kaajal, lip stick, cold cream, bottle of liquid red kumkum & nail
polish. Oh! What a treasure, waiting
just for me - Their Saviour.
I begin with the compact face powder, followed
by all other ingredients that give Pee Wee; the killer looks (really frightening,
I should say). Very satisfied with my artistic outcome on Pee Wee, I do the
same to my sweet and soft face. Our artistic endeavour is highly visible on the
dressing table, mirror and the floor. The colour
riot beckons.
Mommy dearest is busy cooking in
the kitchen, with intervallic voice call to check on our normal existence . Whenever there is pin drop silence, it is a obvious danger pointer. She swiftly sprints in search of the little angels (actually read devils) and find us, the dancing duo skating on
the rink of talcum powder with a pair
of socks adorning those nimble feet. The horror is apparent on mom’s pretty
face. The riot of colours on the faces
and surroundings instigate unexplained emotions in Mommy.
Now, the memories
bring tears with all the laughing at those nostalgic and crazy moments.
My love for experimenting stayed
intact through my growing years. It graduated from gaudy colours to genuine
skin care. I began using only Besan
(Chick Pea Flour) on my face to prevent the wear and tear of skin caused by the regular toilet soaps. I vividly remember the launch of Dove,
the soap with moisturizing cream way back in 1990’s when I was in college. The premium product was very enticing; the price frightfully expensive. But my mind was set
on experimenting Dove and #DoveFaceTest.
I earned
my pocket money imparting tuition to neighbourhood kids and my mom permitted
my splurge understanding its true value; and here I am hooked to Dove for life!
Dove was an indulgence then, very
carefully used and guarded. My Pee Wee was also not allowed to touch it and was
permitted once in a while to use it only on his face (budgetary constraints, you see) ; moments when my soft and
gentle emotions were afloat.
Dove today is my necessity and a legacy, that I have passed on
to my daughter. Now, my Pee Wee is a Big Man (wise from all the childhood histrionics) and lives in UAE. Being my childhood confederate, he
knows my Dove obsession and hence by default, it is a part and parcel of the goodies
bag I get from UAE. More like a loving gift from my Mayaka (Parents Home). Seriously,
I mean it!
* My Dove Story for IndiBlogger Contest "Dove Guessing game with my friend", is a true account of my childhood experiences and Dove is indeed my everyday necessity, the narrative shared on Dove is 100% true.
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