It was an early April day. Daylight had increased as the sun was setting around 8:30 pm. I was walking back from the University at 6 p.m. thinking about what to prepare for the dinner when I saw two boys at the cricket pitch. They were with their mum who was standing by side and giving the young boys their space. They were in nets area playing with a ball. The younger boy was around 3-4 years. The elder son was around 7 years old, kicking football towards the nets. The younger one was watching him with admiration. He closed his eyes tightly whenever he sensed that the ball was aimed at him. There was the net though shielding him. Phew! The elder one kicked the ball a few more times.  Every time the brother would shut his eyes tightly. Once the ball bounced back, he would open and smile. He was holding one of the cricket stumps, green in colour. After a few rounds of this, the elder kicked the ball again but this time football shot up to a height, somehow managed to pass throug...