inexplicable theories

My landlord is full of theories. Once he knocked at our door and before our reflexes can stimulate into action, he saved us the trouble and broked into our privacy. He took a cursory glance around our baggages and shelves full of books. And then came the most perplexing order, may be the result of a profound thought, but too deep to be grasped by us mortals. We were asked to keep a maximum of twelve books, rest have to be sent back or thrown out. What branch of science made him arrived at this particular number, we pondered hard but all in vain. Numerology, astrology, psychiatry, a run time exception thrown by his mind, or some weird logic, we never understood. The only reason he gave, was that he doesn’t knows, but we had to shed off the extra books. And he left.But as the ice melts down, the thought too vanished off his head within a few days. However, only we knew how we evaded meeting him all that time. Our patience was tested. We entered the room only after midnight and left before he stirred out of his slumber. Saturdays and Sundays we took refuge at some friends place. And then one good afternoon, we met him accidentally in the lift and were glad to find him out of his whims and into his wits again.

Need a good repellant

monday blues .... when everyone looks chic after a rejuvinated weekend, i wore the most dishevelled appearance every monday. reasons are apparent - whole day till past midnight is whiled away wandering around, and results are even more obvious; a very sound sleep but for the constant disturbance by the whining of mosquitoes playing my eardrums..... my landlord has a very nice theory about how they manage flying to an altitude at the 7th floor? They take the lift with us. … so next time I avoided the lift as I remembered his gospel and to deceit the pointed devils, climbed up the stairs, surreptitiously looking around me for their presence. The whole way I kept brushing my pockets inside-out to be sure to whisk off any infiltrators. I smiled as I moved past one at the second floor. I reached up happily but was exasperated to see someone coming out of the lift, my landlord. As he turned to open the door, I could see them grinning viciously at me as they flew off him and took guard into the room.h