Sesame Street From:Ayshon Naidu

The marketplace awoke like a dragon stretching beneath the morning sun, its breath warm, its scales glittering with colour. Beneath its awakening roar, vendors unfurled their canopies like sails catching the wind, revealing trays of fresh produce, glistening cuts of meat, strips of spiced lamb and coils of smoky sausage that galloped and twirled, springing through the succulent air with frolicsome energy. Each layer of beef revealed a new texture, the crisp charred edge, the tender pink centre and the buttery fat melting between folds. The market buzzed with people, some strolling, some rushing,all drawn by the scents that curled through the air like noodles being stirred. Faces lit up with joy and curiosity, as if the market itself promised something new with every step.

As the scents thickened and the crowd swelled, the rhythm of the marketplace deepened. Each moment sounds like instruments tuning for a grand performance. Among them wandered A eyes wide with wonder as he soaked in the colours, sounds, and scents that swirled around him like a living painting. He strolled deeper into the marketplace, letting the hum of voices and the swirl of aromas guide his steps. The crowd parted just enough to reveal a stall tucked between crates of oranges and stacks of clay pots, where skewers of Korean barbecue hissed over glowing coals like a snake. Strips of marinated beef, their edges caramelized to a deep bronze. The air around the stall pulsed with flavours, sweet, smoky, and sharp with spice. A woman flipped the skewers with practiced ease, sending up bursts of steam that curled into the breeze like dragon breath.Ayshon paused, drawn in by the warmth and the rhythm of the fire,the meat folding in on itself like silk,each bite promising comfort and enjoyment.

THE NIGHT MARKET by Kiana

As I stepped into the night market, I instantly got hit with an abundance of smells, a sense of comfort and warmth suddenly filling my body. A mix of grilled meats, pastries, fried food and spices I couldn't quite place, the smoke and aromas lingered thick and heavy. Lights flickered in every direction, casting a warm glow over the crowd. I gain an odd rush of excitement as I move through the mass of people, it's chaotic and crazy, but in the best way possible.

The market unfolded in front of me like a moving tapestry, every corner packed with bright colours and motion. Countless amounts of stalls filled the narrow path, each bursting with something unique and different. The buzz of conversation and laughter rippled through the crowd like waves, a sensation that tingled my skin with happiness. The rhythmic clatter of sizzling woks, the sharp snap of plastic bags being filled with goodies and the piercing voices of vendors calling out their wares. “Fresh dumplings!”, a woman shouted, her voice rising above all the noise, my tummy rumbled like a roaring lion; I could never resist some dumplings. The crisp and crunch as I bit down, so satisfying, and my tastebuds? Blown out of this world!

 Small children cheekily ducked under the legs of many vendors, their innocent smiles and genuine laughter lighting up the room completely. A small child trudged through the piles of people with a light up Peppa pig balloon, her eyes engrossed in its beauty, as if it's the most precious thing she ever did see. A group of teenagers huddled up in one little corner, sharing a plate of fried rice and stir-fried noodles, the moment giving me deja vu. I am fully fixated on these people, witnessing some of the sweetest moments between friends and family, making my heart feel warm like a lightbulb.