Keyword of the Week- "BACKPACK" #2

After a few weeks, when the day came to wash clothes, I was very happy. I have been thinking since this morning that, after groping the pockets of all the clothes out of my ｂａｃｋｐａｃｋ, I will put them all in the washing machine.

  
The normal laundry day was Sunday when I was not that happy. Because there is a lot of difference between taking clothes out of a laundry bag and taking them out of a backpack, as much as the difference between a supposedly not-very-beautiful-looking girl and a very-beautiful-looking girl falling in love at first sight.

The difference is when I put my fingers on the back of a beautiful girl and say, "I have seen the beauty of your soul."

I have a lot of clothes in my backpack. But the blue shirt I wore on April 14 has become quite dirty now. When I took this shirt out of my backpack, I could smell someone's touch on it. Yes, this shirt smelled of that rainy night of April 14. The same lovely girl who was with me for the whole day and ...night.

The scent of hesitation and shame. Once we hold someone's hand in our hands, no matter how hard we try to free our hand from the shadow that does not go away. That smell was still there on that shirt even if it was too dirty.

Whenever my hands tremble, the same shadow of her hands was visible in my hands, which I caught for the first time. This hand stops me before soaking my clothes in water to at least search the pockets of my shirt. Maybe some pictures, some letters, or any poem I wrote that night will come out.

You might not have washed your clothes after taking them out of your backpack after returning from a tour, so you might be finding my words strange. But there is nothing strange about this. It always happens to me that whenever I come back from a long marketing tour, I have at least one piece of cloth in my backpack that smells like a stranger.

When I came back home after a long time, I thought that I would take out the clothes from several days from my backpack and wash them. Even after April 14, I wore many such clothes that had different types of fragrances. A fragrance coming out of virgin soil after the first rain. A fragrance in which one might feel that "I will never go away from you".

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It was almost written on my shirt, even if we don't even meet again, we will be close to each other. But I could not find that particular cloth in the bag. I once stole her scarf after giving her an expensive gift. She left, but that scarf remained in my hands. Maybe that shirt of mine also went like that.

But I am not sad about losing that shirt because there was no smell coming from that one. But I will not wash this blue shirt. I don't want to miss that lovely smell of that lovely girl that has settled in my shirt...forever.

I took all the clothes out of the backpack and put them in the washing machine, and I put that blue shirt back in the ｂａｃｋｐａｃｋ.