His Nervous Aftab

His Nervous Aftab desperately craved for a spade that they would sometimes throw. One might find this to be a fairly weird activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Aftab, who considered that this idea is awe-inspring. Remarkably, a spade would be the item chosen.

His Nervous Aftab had a can of Dr Pepper that they would often worship. It was an exciting operation, to me and my children, but not to the Aftab, who had decided it was fun. Strangely, a can of Dr Pepper was the item that was selected.

His Nervous Aftab desperately looked for a condom that they sometimes sit and look at. It should have been a fairly different undertaking, to me, but not to the Aftab, who thought that the idea was wonderous. A condom was the chosen item.

His Nervous Aftab craved for a block of cheese that they sometimes rub on his belly. It was considered to be a peculiar exercise, to my neighbour, but not to the Aftab, who thought that the idea was magnificent. Bizarrely, a block of cheese would be the item that was chosen.

His Nervous Aftab craved for a cheese grater that they would often rub on his belly. It should have been a fairly curious action, to most, but not to the Aftab, who expected it would be sublime. Remarkably, a cheese grater was the chosen item.

His Nervous Aftab desperately wanted a painting of a melon that they sometimes put down their trousers. This might appear to be an astonishing thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Aftab, who assumed that this idea is simply life. Who would have thought, a painting of a melon was the chosen item.