I opened the door. On the carpet lay a crumpled sleeping bag. Shoes lay strewn everywhere. Socks were sticking out of some of those shoes, and some of the socks had been kicked around to the other part of the living room. Dead insects stuck to the wall, some that I remembered killing myself, and others that I had no recollection of. But I got the vague feeling that the number had doubled since I had last seen the wall next to the door. The bookcase too falling apart. Papers lay everywhere, with postchits that once specifed what they were, now inverted and misplaced. Food lay on the carpet and a stream of ants made its way from the window to where the food lay.
I walked in. Fabric softener lay on carpet. Next to it was an M&M wrapper. Next to it was this month's receipt for rent. A cockroach scurried past, through the wrapper, to under the fridge. The sink was full of dishes and smelling. The stove, originally white, was red and yellow and contained rice and dal remains that looked a month old. An unmade ommelette sat in a glass next to a hot pan, in which lay an uneaten ommelette. The bread wrapper lay on the floor of the kitchen, ants around it, and on it lay the core of an apple.
I walked into the bedroom. Papers, papers everywhere and not a sign of order. My comforter was bundled up and my sheet was ripped off the mattress. Papers lay under the table too and on my bed. The door of my closet was open, the light was on, and all my clothes were on the floor. The hangers hung, all empty, and swaying gently in the draft of the ac vent.
Wrappers and food spotted the carpet and a big black blob reminded me of when a friend had spilt juice.
I stole a peek into the toilet to confirm my suspicion, and this is where I was shocked. The toilet was sparkling clean. There was no hair in the sink and the water faucet wasn't dripping. And whoever it was had even left the seat down. And so I knew that someone had been into my apartment, because while the rest of the apartment was as I had left it, that person had used the toilet and left it cleaner than they found it.
My roommates and I should really clean up more often.
Friday, May 04, 2007
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3 comments:
did they steal the mug and/or toilet paper?
Hehe no, I think it was a friend of Amit's who used the loo, must have been disgusted with how dirty it was, and cleaned it before use.
I hope you don't have objections to the way I link to your blog.
It takes rather a lot to offend me, bhaisaheb! I take it as a compliment :)
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