Nostalgic

You should get to know Dev. I have never met anyone like him. He does the most insane of things. One day he got up and drove himself to the airport just because he thought he needed to see a plane take off. Would you ever do that? I wouldn’t. Especially if it’s Monday morning. That’s the day I get up early so I can take some time at the beginning of the week to wallow in all the stress that I claim to have. I am joking. I am never up early. Especially if it’s Monday morning.

Dev also doesn’t shower too often. No fancy reason- like how he will shower only when we overcome corruption or anything. He just doesn’t feel like it most of the time. A lot of times he buys a crate of beer and drinks about half of them. Then, more often than not, falls asleep after he has popped open a can. So by the time he wakes up it has gone flat. He gives me all his flat beer. Flat beer is really good for your hair- but you catch a cold before you can get out of the bath. But I am not complaining- if you had hair like mine- even you’d pick blocked noses.

He is pretty intelligent if he puts his mind to it. He made himself an egg beater using a battery and several old ball pen refills. He showed it to me. If you ignore the part where I sort of shrieked at the remnants of ink from the refill getting beaten with my egg- I was pretty impressed. I think at some point, he had tried to make himself a manual camera. But if I am not mistaken he abandoned it, on the grounds of how he finds nothing interesting enough around him to click.

He told me once that he is glad he lives away from his parents. He said they encroach on his creative space. I don’t they are completely at fault, poor things. I wouldn’t be particularly pleased if my son ripped apart some wires in a creative capacity- and now everytime I plug in my clothes iron the house is dunked in darkness. Dev’s mother told me this when she came to see him. He vehemently argued saying, he was trying to figure out a way he could connect the TV and the washing machine to save on electricity. Or something like that, I am not sure.

I did find Dev a tad eccentric when he first moved into my house. He needed a place, I needed a flat-mate. But I can safely say, that we get along like a house on fire. He makes me laugh and takes care of me when I am ill. His way of taking care of course. Like last year when I had jaundice- he told me an interesting story of his grand uncle died of jaundice- and he was the exact shade of yellow that I was. But later Dev did make up for it by running across the street to buy me a 5star.

He was leaning far too precariously out of the window when I came home an hour ago. He said he was figuring out something. I didn’t push it. I am very sensitive towards his creative needs. The house has been suspiciously silent for a while now. He is probably in his room building a boat or something just as quixotic. He is going to be like the next Benjamin Franklin, I am telling you.