hey, it's Ayyub narrating today. nice to meet you all. uh, should I get formal? i guess so.

Ahem.

Allegedly, even as babies, we were inseparable. We were always lying down next to each other. And if that monkey started bawling, I'd bawl along with him. And vice versa. 

Then as toddlers, we used to fight over toys and blab on about random stuff that our parents couldn't comprehend. 

My first memory of that monkey is when he stole the last chip from my chips packet after finishing his. You can see why I still remember that. 

From what I can remember, the first thought I had when I saw him was: "he's too energetic"

Yes, I was a child too, and albeit, chaotic at times, but he was double that.

He almost set his house on fire with match sticks too.

Yeah, young arsonist.

If you haven't guessed by now, I'm talking about none other than the orange cat-like person, Ishaaq Khalid. 

Don't get me wrong, I love that monkey of course. Ew. no no no. 

Ahem. Don't get me wrong, I endure that monkey's presence quite alright. In fact maybe my days without him are uneventful- peaceful. Yeah his absence doesn't affect me that much. 

"remember when Ishaaq didn't come to play for a week and you thought he went missing?"

Sana, you're not supposed to be here.

"it's Ukhti to you"

Whatever, Ukhti.

Anyway khalas, that's all I had to say.