Her Depressed Aftab

Her Depressed Aftab desperately needed a piece of paper that they liked to throw. One might find this to be an odd operation, to you, but not to the Aftab, who thinks that it was in fact, awe-inspring. Remarkably, a piece of paper is the thing that was chosen.

Her Depressed Aftab wanted a sponge that they would sometimes try to balance on their head. It should be a fairly peculiar thing to do, to many, but not to the Aftab, who thought that the idea was wonderous. Remarkably, a sponge was the item that was opted for.

Her Depressed Aftab desperately desired a bag of flour that they would sometimes share. This could be considered a fairly new activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that this idea was miraculous. Remarkably, a bag of flour being the item opted for.

Her Depressed Aftab wanted a can of coke that they liked to play with. This might appear to be a somewhat surprising suggestion, to my neighbour, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Honestly, a can of coke is the thing to opt for.

Her Depressed Aftab looked for a pencil sharpener that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It is an original activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Aftab, who considered that it was in fact, sublime. Who would have thought, a pencil sharpener would be the chosen thing.

Her Depressed Aftab searched for a magic 8 ball that they sometimes hug. This could be considered a surprising suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who expected that this idea is spectacular. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball was the chosen item.