Hey KidsUp!KidsUp is the monologue of a kid whose eyes stumbled down the memory lane. They were still as curious as they'd ever been, still unbothered by the lights that turned off…because the scintillating world they had once built never really left them. "O Childhood!" crooned a whisper.Those eyes took a pause at gracious white hem, like a canvas to spill the colors of their freedom on it. They giggled at a black polo t-shirt reminiscing the dark, dark corners where they boxed all their desires hidden. And oh! One of them was to steal flowers from the summer dress. Then there was a gentle stroke of motherly gold laying the foundation of their castle in the air. The colors so raw brought back an urge to revive that innocence and elegance.After all, it was a promise of fashion to stitch the mushy infancy, sneaky toddle and visionary teenage, bit by bit, with outfits that would stay with the kid forever. "Thank you Mama", he felt special. The outfits had always twinkled on that munchkin and will forever be a constellation of memories to count on. It concluded the wonder of fabrics that sang best of his personality and the grace of designs that made it easy for his wishes to come true."When everything disappears, threads remain." He gladdened.And that was the difference which still made those eyes look Up - at his one shimmer of the world.