All this time, she observed a boy who was busy talking to his friend, but he kept glancing in her direction occasionally.
— Kinza Javed Choudhry, The Rainbow Journey
““Yes, yes, we know the last time you set on making friends, you totally became the bad sort yourself,” her father teased her.”

“When we reached home, I ran to my room and called my friend, Asim, to ask him if he knew anything about the trucks.”
