{"id":1628,"date":"2018-10-17T01:00:31","date_gmt":"2018-10-17T00:00:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.kcl.ac.uk\/english\/?p=1628"},"modified":"2018-10-17T09:55:27","modified_gmt":"2018-10-17T08:55:27","slug":"soapdish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.kcl.ac.uk\/english\/2018\/10\/17\/soapdish\/","title":{"rendered":"The soap dish homesick syndrome"},"content":{"rendered":"

by Rabia Kapoor, 2nd year English Literature and Language BA. Featured image via craftybua<\/a> instagram.
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I keep thinking about the soap dish. In Shoreditch, London, during this design festival that my mum took our entire parade to: people I\u2019d met maybe twice in my life coming together for my week-long farewell non-party.<\/p>\n

My parents had come to London with me to help me settle in before university started. It was a group of three that kept getting bigger as my parents pulled in all their friends in the vicinity to be a part of the goodbyes. Maybe it was a weird coping mechanism, I don\u2019t know, I didn\u2019t overthink it then.<\/p>\n

That day, Mama kept slipping in and out of small corner shops, leaving all of us outside when she found one. So, someone would pull out a cigarette, another would pull out some form of small talk. With every shop that we were stranded outside, the small talk got scarcer, more obscure and desperate\u2014 but that\u2019s just an aside.<\/p>\n

There was this one shop that Mama dragged Papa into. It was an off-beat, independent home store sort of place. They sold porcelain plates and funky bookends and wooden spoons and pans with twisted handles, that sort of thing. I waited outside, with two of my parents\u2019 friends. They asked me about university and I gave them my automatic responses; nodding enthusiastically and describing my course: \u201cI\u2019m very excited\u2026 Undergrad\u2026 Oh, I think London\u2019s beautiful\u2026. Yeah, I know they\u2019re going to miss me when they leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Papa came out of the shop and he said, \u201clook at this.\u201d<\/p>\n

He was holding a soap dish in his hands. A delicate, white thing with a deep blue border across its edges. It looked like it was made out of eggshells and ink.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s nice\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIsn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

He was still holding it out to me, carefully, as if it were a small bird in his big hands. \u201cDo you want it?\u201d<\/p>\n

My parents were only here for a week. Everyday, they were coming up with lists of odd objects and items that we\u2019ve never had to think about before \u2014 that I\u2019ve never had to think about before \u2014<\/strong> for my dorm room. I spent a week after they left without salt. I still don\u2019t have scissors.<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t use it.\u201d I said and shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure?\u201d His shoulders slumped a little bit but there was still this childish glint of hope or something that my parents often get in their eyes, and that I only noticed that week, before they left.<\/p>\n

I said, \u201cI\u2019ll buy shower gel, I won\u2019t need it.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded and went back inside.<\/p>\n

The adults said, \u201caw, that was so sweet. He looked so sad.\u201d And they laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy? I wouldn\u2019t have used it. Anyway, it\u2019s just a soap dish.\u201d<\/p>\n

But I keep thinking about that soap dish. My parents bought me shampoo and face wash and moisturiser before they left and they bought me bars of soap. I thought I\u2019d made it clear that shower gel would have been ideal but Mama bought me two bars of soap instead. I keep it in the corner of my plastic caddy bag; I need a caddy bag because there are only shared bathrooms in my dorm and\u2026\u00a0 And I don\u2019t have anywhere to put the soap.<\/p>\n

My parents, they left a month ago. I know I can buy a soap dish myself, I\u2019m doing everything else myself but\u2026 I don\u2019t know if you understand. They\u2019re my parents. They left a month ago.<\/p>\n

This piece was first published in KCL Journal, Issue 9, Autumn\/ Winter 2017. Find out how you can contribute as a writer, editor, artist, or designer, or stay up to date on new publications on their Twitter<\/a>, Facebook<\/a>, and website<\/a>.
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