| Cotton Candies |

Pieces of cloud rented from the sky, dyed magenta and then drizzled by an elixir called love, were those cotton candies. There they sat, grinning widely in the stall beneath the ferris wheel. And not very far away, in a land of flourishing poverty and shattered faith, lives a lad who still peaks out of the window, hoping the surging sun would bring an end to this dusk, someday. Yes, hope is all he carries along with a stack of newspaper to sell, as he walks out of his hut everyday.

His eyes light up as...