(Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Learn to take a joke; you’ll live longer.)
“Do you love her” asked a teary eyed 1992 Cricket World Cup Trophy, its voice quivering slightly as it stood in a doorway, watching Prime Minister Imran Khan hang up a picture of himself speaking at the United Nations General Assembly on a wall at his home office in Bani Gala.
The trophy chanced upon the Prime Minister in an unfortunate moment as he furiously hammered away a nail on his wall, clutching an image of himself during his 50 minute address to the UNGA a few days ago.
“There’s no need to lie to me, I know exactly what’s going on” the trophy said, trying to keep its voice strong but not quite able to completely get rid of the quiver, as the Prime Minister swerved around in panic, dropping the nails and the hammer but unable to stop clutching at the picture.
“B-, baby. What’re you doing here?” he asked nervously.
“I live here, or don’t you remember,” the trophy retorted, eyes ablaze.
“I swear I was just-” the Prime Minister stammered.
“Save it” the trophy retorted. “I know exactly what was going on there’s no point in hiding it. I just … Do you even love me anymore?” the trophy asked, its crystal orb shining with rage and hurt.
“How can you even ask that? Of course I still love you, how could I not” he said, gently placing the picture down on a table and approaching the trophy, which promptly turned the other way.
“You used to talk to me all the time. Take me everywhere with you. You used to show me off to your friends, kept comparing everything to me. But now, you barely even mention me anymore” it said.
“It isn’t like that. Things have just been different ever since I became PM. You know this, I’ve been so busy, and New York was just so lonely ..” the PM tried to continue.
“I don’t care. I just want to know if you love her, or if it was a one time thing” the trophy responded, trying its best to control its emotions.
“I .. I don’t know” the PM responded, his head falling down in dejection.
“I think I need some space” the trophy barely said, running out of Bani Gali leaving the Prime Minister confused, and in shambles.
At press time, the trophy was staying at Wasim Akram’s house.