A little more

The sky was a steely cold shade of grey. As if unsure if it would let out an angry downpour or an endless drizzle.

The air was still, and lifeless. The wind didn't blow, the leaves didn't sway to a cool breeze.

I glanced at the group of men playing cricket - unwilling to leave their game even as a few droplets of rain were begining to fall.

Two boys were standing in my path, laughing like as if they heard the happiest thing in the world.

The younger one, who looked about three years old, saw me approaching, looked into my eyes, and laughed.

As if I, a complete stranger, knew his laughter. As if I shared his laughter.