"Aamir says Shaheen Afridi is one of the best fast bowlers he has ever seen. I was quick to say Bumrah is the best", murmured twelve-year-old Komal as she quickly gulped a bowl of cereal before her school.
Aamirul Rahman or Aamir as she fondly called him was nothing more than a being of her imagination. She had grown up with him and to let go of him was near impossible. They had long conversations on cricket, mathematics and their homelands. They exchanged many ideas and also, agreed and disagreed on a number of things. However, they seemed to converge in spite of occasional differences.
As she took a seat in the bus and leaned against the window, her vivid imagination took her towards the majestic green fields her grandfather spoked to her so often about. He frequently talked about his neighbour, Aarif. Unfortunately, they lost touch ever since the latter had moved to Pakistan. Komal took Aamirul as Aarif's grandson.
Her grandfather had succumbed to cancer when she was only seven and Komal had been lonely ever since. Her grandfather was the only person who she could talk to about anything and she invented Aamirul to fill the gap. A friend and companion she could always turn to.
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Aamir, An Imaginary Friend
Ficción GeneralA daily dose of daydreaming heals the heart, soothes the soul, and strengthens the imagination. Komal is too scared to let go of her imagination because she knows that that is everything that she has. She believes that it is better to think the imag...
