8

Zada balled up yet another paper and threw it into the trash can near her study table.

She had been cooped up in her hostel room for a few hours now, trying to draw Mirrie the mythical horse.

Emma had come to her room twice and she had thrown her out both the times.

She took another paper and tried to bring into the paper what she had in mind.

When yet again she failed, she decided to call her brother.

She knows she is good at art, but Zian is better. He is the one who inherited that talent of their father completely.

She and Zahir could draw to an extent, but Zi excels in it.

"Hello little sister," came the voice from the other side of the phone and she rolled her eyes

"I am only ten minutes younger than you. That doesn't make me little, Zahir" Zada said dryly.

"I am Zian," came the prompt reply from the other side.

"And I am Angelina Jolie" Zada retorted sarcastically

"God!! There is a limit to dreaming baby. Angelina Jolie is a tall order" the sibling banter went on

"Don't yo