The sweet aroma of candyflosses tossing around their sticks, with prickly sugar spurting from its machine's loopholes. Caramel oil engraves breathing with delightful heaves, drawing inhalation and withdrawing exhalation. Flutters of replaying childlikeness overlayers the thickened facade of sugar on my face. Roots of arrogance melt away as children swarm their sphere of excitement with tokens in exchange for feathered candy.

My arms program to the direction of the floss control, and they ache from constant movement. Yet, at the end of it all, I find myself glad in solace of long-lost innocence.

A toast to everyone, with a spirited child in them- to Children's Day.