There was a field near Komal's house which she often visited. On the north-west corner of the field, a road led to the hills. She took the road amidst a row of Deodar trees. She was greeted by chirping birds, and somewhere, she could smell chicken being roasted over a fire. The tall trees were dressed in green and she could feel their warmth. She almost tripped and fell on a rock when she spotted a blue umbrella hanging from a tree. The bright blue colour had faded out resembling the colour of the sky at noon. It was tattered yet beautiful. She could not take her eyes off the object.
"Do you want to keep it?" she asked Aamirul.
He readily agreed.
The blue umbrella soon became a souvenir of experiences, both pleasant and unpleasant. Her classmates who sported bright pink and red ones made fun of her old and shabby umbrella whereas she thought that the turquoise on the dilapidated umbrella was the most beautiful colour she had ever seen.
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Aamir, An Imaginary Friend
General FictionA 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...
