Yes, it was the world of candyfloss. Pink softness everywhere. The sky was pink and you could touch and have a piece of it.
The cottony air filled your mind, making you smile. The pink trees and the pink flowers and everything else was so sweet that one had to smile.
In pleasure, I lurched and took myself in some direction. The path was quite visible because it wasn’t pink. Yes, the path wasn’t made of candyfloss.
So I walked and walked for some more time. I couldn’t think of anything, maybe it was the sweet air. Then I saw a beautiful lamp post, it was long and curled at the top, like a curled flower.
But the lamp post was also not made of candyfloss. Don’t know why. The path curved in left and then right direction. I would have kept walking but then I reached a circle and felt tired.
Luckily, there was a bench nearby and I decided to rest. The bench was cold and solid and oh it too wasn’t pink and candy-flossy. I found it strange.
In a few minutes, I lied down on the bench. The pink sky was full of fluffy pink clouds. It was so pretty. I took a bite first and then ate leisurely, playing with the sugary cloud.
A long time passed and then weird things occurred.
The clouds turned black and made angry sounds and it started to rain. In zero time I was soaked from top to bottom. And then it happened.
I simply rubbed my eyes and blinked and what I saw then was not the world of candyfloss. The pink, light, cotton world had just gone. I don’t know where!
A bicycle rudely passed me at that moment. Yeah, someone was riding it. I decided to hitch-hike and so I did.
All my way to someplace I kept thinking about the world of candyfloss. I still do, especially when I eat candyfloss. And also when I lie down, not to sleep but just like that.
The world of candyfloss!
In this world I think three things are just like the world of candyfloss, one candyfloss, second clouds and the third is Time. I mean literally. Yes!
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