Santosh's romantic affair with his own face is a great source of amusement for me. He grooms his hair with a clinical precision that could put brain surgeons to shame! He orients himself in every possible way and looks at the mirror to make sure that everything is in place and moves on to other chores only when he deems himself fit to appear before the Queen of England.
These physical self-assessments happen throughout the day and I take the liberty of entertaining myself with the spectacle!
Such recreational interludes are definitely more fun than watching grass grow!