Saturday evening we were all working in our room, when Vijay’s 9 year old daughter came and sat next to me. She didn’t have anything to do so was playing with a pen. Suddenly she asked me, “Pundu uncle, can I draw a tattoo on your hand?”
I didn’t want a tattoo on my forearms so I rolled up my sleeves and said “You can here”
By the time I looked up, she had drawn this. – A dog face.
The dog face – sad.
The tattoo – cute.