It was a very cold January evening. The Sun was reluctant in shedding his rays and seemed pretty lazy. But the Central Park had its share of visitors like any other normal day.
But then as we walked through the urban park bang on the middle of New York City, we could sense some happiness getting into us.
A wind rustled up the leaves and they moved up like a wave. The sight was magical. Then these two , avaa being the elder of the two, went on a running, jumping and laughing riot.
I just about managed to catch their jump.