An Essay On My Favorite Soap

I like to take bath with Pears soap. Because I like its shape, size, color, fragrance, and also its name. Although it does not claim to have a superior germ protection formula and is not the kind of soap your doctor would advise, thankfully it has kept me germ-free throughout my life. Or so I like to believe. Because I cannot really see my germs. They are micro-organisms. And one can only see macro-organisms with his naked eye. For example, a spider is a macro-organism. And one really doesn't need Pears soap or any soap for that matter to get rid of a spider crawling on one's arm. 

Anyway, my experiences with Pears soap have also instilled in me the virtue of immense patience. The Pears soap, as it turns out, becomes quite difficult to handle with usage. It has a tendency to slip out of the users' hands and fall on the ground and then skid until it finally rests. This slipping and skidding of Pears soap could be attributed to its property of excessive smoothness. And it well maybe that it is smoother against one's body too, as compared with other soaps. Another reason to like Pears soap! Coming back to the topic of patience. This inherent tendency of slipping and falling and skidding also takes a toll on the bathers' brain. Sometimes I find myself at the other end of my bathroom just so I could pick up Pears soap and resume bathing. And again it slips and falls, and now I pick it up from the drain cover. On an average, this phenomenon takes place around four to five times every time I take a shower. And it does make me quite angry if not livid.

But over the years I have realized that getting angry over this matter has been rather fruitless for me. There is no point in burning myself every morning by hurling abuses at the Poor Soul. Nowadays when I bend to pick up Pears, I do so with great equanimity and return to my bathing position with an even greater composure…..

Because some things Are just outside of one's control.