I couldn't remember when I’d last visited his room. Ever since I graduated and got a ‘proper’ job, I’d got myself a new place close to my workplace. He-well, his room, at least- hadn’t changed a bit.
The room was small and shabby, like I remembered, and quite messy. He still hadn’t changed his bohemian lifestyle, I guess. The assortment of mismatched socks on the floor and the laundry basket, which had been filled with dirty laundry and eventually erupted, was enough to prove that. Nothing much had changed; the black office chair he had salvaged from a professor who was throwing it away; the posters and the notice board on the wall; the bed and the small table beside it; a stereo and 2 speakers, and a wine crate filled with CDs;
He was a person, who dedicated himself to music and the arts, and was indifferent about anything else with just as much zeal. What little money he had on himself he spent on buying music; concert tickets, CDs and the likes. His notice board was dedicated entirely to concert tickets. A dark notice board, with old and new concert tickets stuck to it.
What other wall he had left was covered by 3 huge posters. It was the only major change in his room, I noticed, since the last time that I’d came here. Before, it was covered by the posters of the Beatles(his all-time favorite), Oasis, Nirvana and Led Zeppelin. It looked like his taste had changed a bit. The Beatles poster remained, of course, but the others had been replaced by posters of 2pac and Nas(as long as I had remembered, he had never even tried listening to hip-hop). The contents of his wine crate had increased as well. Before, it was half filled with rock albums mostly; now, almost three quarters full, I could see 2pac, Nas and the likes of which I didn’t recall him listening to.
I turned on the play button on his stereo. The CD in it was 2pac’s All Eyez On Me. He was late, although this was one of the rare cases in which he had actually excused himself before showing up, and had given me the keys to his room and told me to make myself comfortable. I sat, waiting, thinking that he’d come before the CD finished playing.
