My Body smells like Kitkat.



  Lets talk about my brother. He is older than me... quite into good looks, anti-gravity hairstyle and fashionable attire that guy is (like any other teenage/young men out there) than I am. Looking like a slug really didn't (doesn't) matter much to me anyways. I believe there is always gonna be a snail out there who shall love me for what I am. Or let's just say I'm too lazy. Everyone has a pro and a con. Me aswell had one thing I could always find to laugh at him...thay fellow 😎 his BO. Such strong body odour he had.. rotten fish would smell paler. If he went out a day without any deo or a shower, teargas would be unnecessary to immobilize the mob in an strike. Mass Fatality on the spot.

I'd not let him put any of my clothes on because obviously, I was worried about getting transmitted by his disease. Shit! Why wouldn't I? My body never gave off any kind of odour man! The only olfactory stimulation anyone would get off of me would be a beautiful one... in the armpits. You know those deers whose bellybutton send off the most beautiful fragnance ever? Well, it was the same with my armpit; And I had always been proud of it.
Every day I'd scoop my hand under the arm of my other hand and take a nosefull of that blissful smell... the smell of a freshly made kitkat. Yes! My sweat smells like kitkat! 😀 a perfectly baked and made chocolate's aroma which is just opened from the packet. I'd try to resist so hard to not get into the melancholia of all those sad kitkats I'd devoured since ages but no.. it was so beautiful that the very electrical impulses would travel throughout my body and render me involuntary. It was that beautiful of a smell....or so I thought. How proud was I of this gift that I would not mind standing in the bus with my arm raised completely upto hold the bar, moreover when a shorter lady is standing right under my armpit with her nose near it's contact . "Have some of the heavenly delight yourself pretty lady! Here! " I'd think and twist my arm, almost shoving it inside her nose. Never did I maintain any distance with my female friends as well. Why? You ask?... Hey! Because... I smell naturally good 😎 why should I run away from gift I have!.... or so thought...
Life.. my friends.. seems nothing but an illusion.. just a projection of your thoughts it is as it seems. Projections of your belief. If you are happy, the world seems to be smiling and if you are fragnant, the world seems fragnant. One day, just like any other day in the college, an angel,beautiful as ever with her white wings spread full wide as she descended from the heaven... with a hypnotizing smile, almost about to embrace me to her warmth.... came down and bitchslaped me in the face and said " uh uh! Nigga! You stink. Ain't none of my shoulders huggin' that sweaty armpits today!"
Shatters.... thats all I heard. Was it my heart or my ego? I was confused, but later came to a realization that it was my dreams. Lately and slowly.. but surely I came to realize that the faces of ladies taking a deep breathes of relief in the buses I'd got on was but an exhalation of anguish. The friends that were always close to me seemed to laugh not at my jokes but at me and the shit I would smell like.. and the immobilized crowd.... well that seemed to be the deed of not just my brother but equally mine as well. Broken and shattered that day onwards went my days...with no arms held high, walking amongst the silent laughters of the neglected deos and bodysprays, and all those skipped showers. Karma really is a bitch Isn't it?
I stopped believing in fairytales and bought home a pears shampoo along with an axe body spray. This time, with a real chocolate flavor.

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