She is fond of writing and colouring.

She can paint anything and everything so we have put down firm rules no sofas, no walls, no furniture and actually the list is very long..poor child is absolutely trapped.

So she very happily takes the marker pen and colours her hand and eagerly waits for her dad to come home.

Although she forgets to show off to her dad when he is home.

The following day when dad takes her to the washroom to freshen up..finds the blue palm and asks “Why did you write on your hand, is it a paper?”

Zahra says “Yes pappa it is”

Hussain : “How”

Zahra : “When I play rock, paper, scissor”

Hussain is speechless!