Sakura Moment

Sakura blew up in its time honking the sweetest note of the season. It was my me time. I slung over my bag of camera and scurried back to capture the sakura moment. I wanted to click the oozes, drips and drops of the flower petals and feel those pinkish aura. Turquoise sky brims the epiphany under me. I began clicking those moments and enjoying my phase.

All of a sudden, I encountered that moon face who was in her spiffy outfit and dancing in her rock music and began doing her acrobatic style. I roll my thinking bag, Why is she so feral and untamed? Why is she so kinky in her life, no friends, no involvement with any communes, no chit chat discussion with professors and just in her ideal world? Why she tattooed Devil in her skin and why she is always in her black hoodie? Why so possessive love for Black Colour? Day by day she is becoming an enigma and me as a pauper who is seeking an alms of her queries? Am in love or I am infatuated in her life? What is an acronym of our relationship? I am not getting the point here, probably I am hitting on Devil? But why she? My lethargic thoughts swam over me that I had to totally alight my photography. I blatantly ignore her presence and root for my coffee.

I went to coffee shop just to settle my illusions. I strived. Me, Daniel who is inept in his ambition and future, who is a "way to go" type of brat, Why am I pressing the nuzzle of Rosa? I did my best to whip out her name. I went gaming and came out of my mind business. Straight away, I saw her. She was nagging with two drivers who were not offering sufficient road for blind pedestrians.

Woahh!! is she a samritarian? In no time all crowds gathered there helping Rosa efforts to sunbeam. All drivers apologized infront of pedestrians and offered them a lift.

Sakura, started raining infront of her hair, tiptoeing a bountiful blessings for her. I hurriedly capture that pure glass moments. She was giggling at the signature moment of nature, whispering "it's okay" in japanese. Her pink cheeks flushes away giving a red dash of shyness. Once again my heart starts pumping for her.