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Forbidden Passion

' These Sensations are like the tangled threads of a web,
They must have birthed the moment I had slept.'

" IV"

Conversation

Whispers were they audible or were they faint. This blending of phonic really was getting my mind swept into the winds of confusion. The room was playing the symphony of silence except my breaths of existence reciting another tune. So, probably my fatigue became the drug of illusion slyly sliding around me like the seducing dance of the wicked snake. That's why I was pondering my bed was beckoning me to lie on it and let its smooth fabric caress my aching form. I replied to his pleas by falling into the comforting structure as if I were falling into the delicious cerulean of the ocean whose cool seemed so gentle as silk was trailing itself on my body. She loved these pleasure after her day had been captive under hectic's prowess. She had to finish all the work the teachers had assigned and to fully finish it was a task that needed both focus and sincerity. She was now stretching around on the comfy foundation that was in some manner was the clandestine journal for her dreams and nightmares. Sakura began a reminiscence of the whole day on how all her problems were tackled down, each taking a bit time but the epilogue was shimmering with accomplishment. But her thoughts also revolved like the moon, perpetually on a single subject – Li Shyaron. She found him a bit fascinating on how he had not really inserted the matter of her crying to her while she was reading "Masked" to him.

In fact secretly she also thought he was very handsome and would be every schoolgirl's fantasy for a life partner. But honestly she avoided these sort of thoughts. She knew Mr. Shyaron's age was older than hers despite his youthful angelic appearance so he'd rather create a relationship with a woman a bit younger to him or of the same age. I'm not really…well, he wouldn't consider me matured enough for a relationship with him, she mused slowly, He would want someone compatible with him and have a mutual consent of emotions for him…Wait A minute, Why am I having these kinda thoughts revolving around my teacher. Sakura was very amused witnessing her mannerism that was a reflection to her new teacher. She had pondered nothing that laid on the shores of endeavoring on a personal relationship With Mr. Shyaron. So why had she been musing that? Life, so unexpected so obscure from the exact specific minute it begins. We had no collection of memory why maturing in mother's womb, no comprehension what we could later make of ourselves and no knowledge on when we were born unless informed. Life was something like a horse, we couldn't always regulate it, the reins are too powerful to keep in hold, and the beast will spread off in unknown horizons. Thoughts were of the same nature as well.

Sakura let the fabric of her welcoming bed nurture senses and replenish her strength for the mental combats of the commencing day. She just knew the next day would contain hectic advances as its main ingredient. She felt weariness slowly make his fingers flow on her body so that each layer could bathe in its influence. Sakura concluded it was best to withdraw her attire and slip into her pajamas and unseal the gates of fantasy who were inviting her once more. She resolved it would be best of she lay there a bit more savoring the pleasantry of her sleeping chamber before proceeding with her actions so her mind would acknowledge to the fact that she would return to it and feel its welcoming presence for moments to come. A different tune now dipped itself onto the color that robed the naked silence. The door being awakened and then slowing progressing onto its usual reverie again. Sakura's eyes were on the fields of ponder but the incandescence of a star of sun's dress was not common – Yes in the same way she had apprehension someone entered her chamber. Her vision encountered reality yet again but the knowing of who the figure was came to her before the sight. The fragrance of peaches, oranges and pears really was a delicious tinge to all your senses especially to the tongue. It was her mother.

' Sakura.' She carried the effect of sympathy and caring in her low calling not the covered crimson flames of fury or incitement, ' Are you ok?'

' Mom.' She didn't have surprise just regret and she felt ashamed, she knew this seemed nonsensical but she felt that her actions displayed at school were like a surreptitious punishment for her, ' What are you doin' here?'

I knew the reason yet I asked so I guess maybe the perplexed threads in me would unfasten. Sometimes we did these deeds musing they were perfect logic but then we later may discover they weren't too perfect like a new gown with an awful stain on its innocence and that's why our pragmatism combat each other and we drown in confusion for we cannot define our executed movements as right or wrong anymore like an eclipse sun – Shall it still shine though abyss craves it or shall it dissolve to its voracious hunger?

Mom's smile emitted a secret saying and she understood as well as it had also walked in my knowledge that she needn't no assurance or information for she already knew more than was actually required for the matter gyrated her. Yet she lowered her head in submission to melancholic touches for her mannerism were the conceiving of it in the first place. Her mother caress of bliss on her lightly crimson lobes was proceeding to a foreign extension. She sat down next to her daughter and patted her ever so softly on her back and her spheres contained the sun's gentle contact as if it were the only incandescence in a world drinking from a pool of darkness. She knows this warm gesture would instantly have a person in ease, though the same effect was residing in her she felt a tad bit of the same anxiety nor else her eyes would incline upwards. Probably due to the fact she was not finding it not in a comforting motion to converse the situation for the memoir of it made her ill as if some entity, despite her reluctance, was making her taste the vile aroma of the fleeting blood of a dead carcass.

' Sakura, what happened in school?' carrying all the sense of concern in the world that was what her sentence carved it, ' Did anyone or anything bruise you?'

My head was still giving attention to the floor but I heard her questioning words and so I decided it was best to stop being on the lap of melancholy and present her with the answer she yearned for, ' Yes Mom someone did cut me right where the bleeding takes time to cease.'

' Well, you can tell me Sakura, who is it?' Her tone didn't refrain from its tranquil blanket as a foundation of support and understanding and it really helped the senses from gaining freedom from their tangled incarceration of exceeding concern, ' Its alright ok. I just need to know what happened, you don't have to detail the subject if you so desire.'

Sakura's mother, Natasha, was a very understanding person. Most parents tend to probe into their children to receive the answers to the question they sought for not comprehending the aspect that their child did not yearn to express the matter for many complications at the very edges of their minds. But like a star who flies over to bring more light so that the night may to acquire the essence of wearing a sinister cloak, Sakura's Mother was a individual who had the patience like the sea who even with so many substances basking in its skin did not express any negativity that would strip their enjoying sensation. She would not be the thorn who will try his hardest to inflict misery by being an agent to render the person into sinking into those vile waters of remembrance but the petal whose fingers so soft that it could just soak the outline and try to craft a more vivid portrait for it had gained the emotions with its sensitive touches.

Sakura's orbs caught in a twist of unease shifted their position to another region of the floor. She longed not to let her spheres be caught by her mother for then she would fall victim to the storm that raged within and melancholy will prey on those who are so astounded that their nerves protected shield lessens allowing access for his sinful hunger. Sakura was feeling a sensation of pure alien qualities; probably it was due to the fact that she never had quite experience the type of incited that birthed in school. Yes, it was true that her heart knew the needles inflicted it for they had pricked her before but the situation was as foreign to see the setting shades of the sun produce a darker hue of blue. Emotions tied her like ribbons and she felt desperate in their incarceration but breaking free is a task one has to indulge in nor else sorrows lightning will slap you like the tree in the storm's atmosphere who thunder suddenly grabs and snaps and also no one yearns to be the slave of lament forever – it is the cloud of the storm whose occupants are thunder always prepared to bite if the right environment shows its presence. Sakura's mind was trapped in all these topics but her spirit was most capable of maneuvering herself out of the waters of toxic sorrow to the pools of invigorating and vivacious attributes.

' Mom…It…It, had to do to Eli.' She had acquired a sense of valor to aid her in the explanation but the subject was like acid to her violating her nerves in their non-stop pleasure to derive any pleasurable factors, ' Mom I saw him. He was with another girl without any resentment and he said I'm not ripened yet to have a relationship yet.'

The entanglement of great remorse in Sakura's sentence was the crystal knowledge to Natasha of what had transpired. She comprehended each thread of line knowing that Eli had been conversing of doing that with Sakura. Most mothers would clearly state that with a lecture with morals and usually saying it was truly for the improvement of her own persona not to craft the splendid hues of a relationship. But it was always in prior knowledge that Sakura's mother was the starling in the flock of sparrows and so her own unique construction of fashion of behavior was what most children want their parents to contain. Sakura's spheres were not the beautiful bottles who poured lament's spores outside but her inside were truly encountering the vile depression it created while whispering horrible tunes to the tormented soul. She apprehended that it was best if she gave no true intellect to the matter as the ribbon to it was already undone but try to cage it in the memoirs of loathsome taste so it could not alter itself as a hindrance that got into the path she walked nor else she might acquire the feeling of being secluded in a box with a python as her lovely companion whose orbs laden with abyss's sinister strokes waiting for her to be grabbed into his insane world.

' Sakura then you don't require my advice does the sea need someone's knowledge to give birth to waves no. They are the true example to individuals that some situations don't need external agencies to repair for you see the soul is wide awaken and it influences your mind to produce a answer. But dear don't cry over rainy skies you know the sun will always be present even behind the darkened film so no need for concern. Besides people like Eli need no special attention and so if he desires to commune with you then do so but don't show him your weaknesses and Sakura dear I understood why you shed so many tears, Humiliation is one of the closest vipers who strangles your very core but now start anew ok don't worry about this no more for if you succumb to it you are succumbing to a nail that will scratch you and make you bleed internally.' Natasha explained to her daughter with a sense of nonchalance and helping her bear her perseverance and her chivalry once more.

Her words were like the magical implement that aids in presenting the sky with its wonderful cape once more after darkness would meet its end and dawn would announce its gentle appearance. Sakura's orbs have let the storm return to its darkened planet of dismal and dread and let light nourish her luscious emerald fruits once more. She now had her vision lift itself from the ravine of melancholy into the valley of her soul where she sought for her original posture. Her mother produced encouragement on her lips as they were the angels' method of feeding Sakura strength. Sakura senses were now being kissed by that sensation and their scars were all being healed and she felt the guillotine that was making such a high effort in butchering her heart had been blown away from the sanctity of her body. She felt she was drinking the world's entire rigid prowess and the empty space in her was filled with those prospects. She felt that elation was taking her somewhere far maybe on the steps of heaven so her soul's blissful incandescence would not be that fire renouncing its heat but one which was now being caress by the specks of the sun. Sakura feelings now were not bitter at all but instead it was like a new flower was conceived among the skinny plains of a meadow.

' Mom, thanks but,' though she was feeling joyous again some part of her was still being stung by the large needling spear of a cruel wasp, ' Are guys always like this?'

' No Sakura that's a very wrong ideal.' Her mother informed, she had every bit of rectification and the essence of virtuous tastes in her, ' Men are not the only sinners in the religion called Love. Evil will seduce those who permit him to rape their souls.'

Sakura began to perfectly perceive that her mother was correct in all categories. Evil spins on those who even let a small window to their hearts bared from their glassy shield for Evil was the malicious stranger trying to drown you in its pool of sinful black. Sakura realized that she had been a tad bit foolish to permit such a thing like Eli's actions to be the mud in her garden of diligence. She now was eating all her vital necessities and she would be the earth who is not so easily stripped by the artic winds and the person who made this cessation of sorrow and the conception of embolden gallantness in her was her mom. It was the silent truth that though we treat bees as a nuisance to our existence we cannot deny the factor that with their abilities they make new flowers greet us every single day. Our parents may seem to be pose like a hampering mountain to our pleasures but they are also the structure that may shelter us in the midst of a ravishing tornado. So we must try our hardest to admit that sometimes they are accurate and we need correction. They are one of the snowy clouds in the bodies of our skies.

' Thanks mom.' There was a whole lot of integrity and feeling in those two words of hers for the whole speeches her mom had given was the ripple of purity on a murky well.

' No need of gratitude – this is the reason why parents exist remember.' Her lips being one of elation's child and her orbs blinking with pleasure like if they distant stars in the serenity of space. Her door awakened again but just for a few second before holding sleep once more.

A knock to the door of her mind was opened – it was a saying to understand that life has many experiences but it does not tell you to fixate on one whose essence is like raw abhorrence of a dead bird whose frame is now the feeding of sinister agencies. Instead look at experiences which are robed in elation and vivacious nature like the honey who rests within the petal bed of a flower. No one can be a slave of the past then the door to the real future would be very difficult to unveil. The negative emotions you have on the memoirs of far behind will serve as the chains to imprison the gate of opportunities who will try to achieve freedom but as your soul speaks with a tongue teeming with sorrow it won't open, harsh words make the beast more violent but the chimes of sounds with angelic countenance will aid you to get the creature's trust. In the same course high hope will be the key to let the joyous stream flow. Sakura realized her mother was like the potion who had washed away all her grieves and now the magical components in its body were curing her wounds, which looked small but glowed of misery and spite like a small fire which may become the monster that swallows you whole. Like the small bud mellows to a fruit so does situations like a small drop of ink giving birth to a letter.

Her orbs caught the glimpse of the windowed scenario of the outside canvas. The sky bathing in darkened blue, which was so dark, it was evident that black and gray were the seeds of that tailored this sort of intoxicating effect. The silver kisses of the moon serving us with the special words that darkness's cure is light so where it seems that abyss is near think of a the blazing fire that torches it with its faces of diversity. Because of the wooden fences of a window it looked like a painting on a canvas and in a way it was but the wrong musing f people is that they think the colors of excellence reside in a fixed position when in actually they are the nomads of old inspiring others to excel. The moon was fed with such beauty such elegance that it seemed like an angel was weaving a white gown on her self and as she also brushed her locks and her wings were down, Her innocence spilling on that ocean of blue giving it such growing intensity that it was like white flame burning the body of sky with beauty and serenity.

Sakura allowed the hands of dream to loosen up her straps of consciousness and so her mind was naked from all thought and she entered the palace of fantasy. Everything seemed to be witnessed as though reality was lying on a washed up glass, that is the sensation entering you're the parts of your mind who was not laying on the luscious chest of dreams. It seemed like you were visioning aspects from the heart of a storm your eyes devouring waters of heaven and they transform themselves into a film. In a way we always vision things in this fashion that's why our future is as hazed as the sky when drinking the golden showers of the sun, that's why we are unable to say what structures future will create but dreams make that lens's properties sink into the river of our knowledge. She dove in into the lake of wonders senses the dews of dreams cleanse her body, her spirit, her soul and her mind like small warmth we feel when moving our finger rapidly on a candle's fiery mane. In her eyes of her scorching soul screens swoon by different portraits blended like the gold and crimson did with blue during a perfect sunset. Lenses were known but foreign but dreams were the diggers in the most curtained regions of your mind…

Yellow held on to gold and gold slept in the arms of scarlet a mutual passion dwelled into their hearts that's why the candle burned. Strokes of some implement were the phonic that rang like a perpetual bell and the whole atmosphere soaked its chime in, as it became an attribute of the air's silky cloth. The candle swayed to each coarse touch of the implement as though it were a mimic trying to replicate the same music the tool played. The trails of sound were like a knife cutting a dense object but in actuality it was soft like the scaling claws of a seagull are to a boulder. The swift movement pictured like a ribbon of cloud trying to spread herself on the gentle hue of cerulean. Shimmering black like a pool of a abyss dipping itself of innocent white. The action swift as the winter's wind but warm as the cousin of the sun, the candle, was burning away the icy gestures. Lovely cusp of elegant gold and handsome black, the skin of the mechanism causing all the prior motions – a beautiful pen with silver feathery curves at the height of its form, winged structures wearing the cape of the moon placing its light abyss like touches on to a snowy base. Signatures of thoughts and emotions of a beautiful entity on to a pleasant journal. The slashes of movement were perpetual in the same fashion how a wind howls its sorrowful song in the twist of the storm. Somehow there was an air of familiarity in the midst of her intellect, the tune the pen played was as common to her as the sun's golden threads showering her with warmth and invigorating remedies. Yes the pen's metabolisms should be a bit known for the sound of a wind's torment is vivid to most but this seems to have another sprinkle of information on top of the former but what was it?

Suddenly it occurred something so peculiar it immediately grasped her full focus and she longed to discover more. The parchments weaved in dark ink were fluttering so fast as though fate was using time's hand to make the leaves of the book flutter easily as they were dust caught up in the tail of a breeze. It seemed like the pages were being cleanse by the tides of the sea when you are caught adrift you submerge underneath the glass of blue and when the natural entity allows you to resurface you see the dawn of a new horizon. In a instant the journal felt violated as it white blanket coated in black were now being shed away by an awesome force and the individual who was dressed in shadow was trying his best attempts to capture those fleeting garments of her precious treasure but this motion seemed so inevitable that her strength to recover her fleeting apparel was to no avail instead the whispering breath of sky pondered it to be a approving companion in to be by his side as it endeavored on new plains yet to see by the eyes of other beings. The boy, or so Sakura had the impression of the small creature to be of that gender, seemed so little like the flower whose lips were minute but gave the most hypnotizing kisses. The boy seemed to shed the body of lament and Sakura yearned to aid him in regaining his lost diamonds but were the breathing of the eternal blue, she felt her soul was swallowing a spear and it felt as though misery had sewed a line to conceive a connection between both of them and Sakura and he, who ever he was, were dwelling under the same stone of sorrow. The young fragile creature still had streams of saddened drops emerging out of his caves of sight and Sakura proceeded to soothe him and tell him that they might reach forth together to search for the lost jewels. But as she took a commencing step it seemed to alter itself to an agent of a strange tornado. Everything became the twirl of shades as though things were merging to become one whole being. This confused Sakura to the maximum degree as if she was greeting the white fleece of snow in the golden landscapes of summer's influence. Her hand proceeded to capture the young child from becoming a section of the inferno of insanity but time had already reigned victorious the child became a substance of the bizarre paint and as Sakura screamed for a reason she could not perceive she felt as though a vile poison was forcing itself to permeate through her soul and break it into the shards of distinct memoirs.

Color soaks on its canvas so that it will become permanent and will try its hardest from refraining itself from posing as a aspect who is ephemeral. In the same way the twist of the portrait seemed to carry her with invisible wings to another destination. As if she were a photo escaping portraits afraid to become a slave to a particular atmosphere if she dwelled long. Now the brushes of her subconscious stitched a new shade, one that also laid on the icy surface of a frozen memory. Smells of honey burning in sun's flame – a summer it seemed who has aged severely, or perhaps a dreamscape fantasy her mind had written but this real essence was as though she was actually tasting the scene made it complicated to believe it were only a plain of dream's isle. Yes, correct it is that sometimes dreams seem real to us more that the visage of reality himself but this sensation climbing on her veins proved otherwise like this was a frontier she had once touched. Phonic could be audible, faint but near as a breath of a friend. The voices the picture spoke were so foreign in a sense as the language was like the talking of water droplets falling on the elder grounds of a lost temple. Feathers were the knitters of a breeze that seemed to be strengthened by the spirit of their flapping wings. Elation speaks in the form of laughter as the ringing sound of metal flowing lit her ears. A wooden support, clinging to metal braids as a young child played on its depths a lovely sight to trail upon. The swing being pushed by a older individual as the child screamed to obtain more adrenalin. Sakura recognized him as the boy (or so she thought) as the one in the chamber-singing candle light whose scriptures were lost as they befriended the wind. But how could be he so happy now? Then it made its way to her like a apparition in the meadows of night. Obviously time's hands were fingers inventing another symphony. This was either past or future to the prior incident.

Yearning, a passion of new flame flickering its young flame, he yelled for higher velocity as he wanted to lick the sky. Sakura was truly bedazzled now as if a ghost had just kissed her goodnight, how come she felt and comprehended all the boy's emotions as if their souls laid a bridge to each other and had communicating all this fading moments. Seeing the boy being embraced by the children of bliss let the senses of his own form come and kiss hers. She was elated to witness him in this fashion for when he had let the well break from his coals she sensed his every bit of melancholy as if it were hugging the air. But it was bit alien to her, she had this incognizant emotion in her that the same way his oceans mourned so had her, but why? Her mind was now the gardens blooming with question but she had no clue to how to breed them all but a procedure would be discovered that would be plausible. She had faith in that thought and hope in too for she knew that God's incandescence was lighting as strongly as paper burns instantly when caressed by fire. Whispers once more but this time the atmosphere spoke its actions not its sensations and it was the influence of the tiny-feathered angels. The birds passed by in a motion like they were the soft murmuring waves of an ocean in gentle slumber. Funny, it seemed that those birds wore the same shadowy quilt that both the boy and the elder man wore. She first concluded they were ravens but something about their behavior fell amiss so she realized the truth. The phonic of metal dancing stopped, the young boy was no longer on the swing and then it happened once more the hands of fate so strange smeared new ink onto the paper and the scenery faded away like the white trail of paint becomes one with its base.

Faint as the voice in untouched hallways echoing the instance they have birthed. She felt the enduring of something of diversity when comparing to the other scene. It felt her mind was holding two pictures one more illuminating than the other as the first wore the eyes of the sun while the other dwelled in the darkening corner. Sakura was facing a strange susceptibility in the depths of her existence, all these incidents were like the pictures taken out from a photo album of her possession but why was this sort of aspect invading her each strings of solitude and serenity? Sobs of a heart slashed by the nails of lament was creating a savage wind in the midst of Autumn's innocence. Someone was crying and the voice was a blue fragment in the pool of her coherence. The boy, Sakura rushed forwards and the door to a room was disrobed. Echoes of her melancholy sang the riddles lying in the devil's heart. Sakura's fingers preceded to hold the boy and tell him that everything would be all right but then she ceased like the air halted to shift so that the presence of disaster could be told. She heard the motive for the boy's engagement to sorrow and immediately her knees held the floor. She did know who the boy was but how could it be?

' AHHH!' Sakura scream was not too immense but her heart vibrated in deep yelps for fear of not being able to perceive and she clutched her chest to make it escape the threads of a mist it tangled itself in.

Sakura reminiscence on the dream was as clear as water's frame was. But her belief was not accepting what her sight explained to her. It just couldn't or wouldn't? She thought she sighted the moon being engulfed by skin of slumbering night. Her feelings on the dream were a vague like a vision roaming across the length of a sea. She felt as though she was soaking into a film of red whose contents were obscure as the mind of a hunter. It was a sensation like being forsaken in the midst of a forest where the trees wore the sinister coals as the bars of a metal cage. Sakura was concerning herself exceedingly on the subject of her dream for she knew the meaning of it but was afraid on what it lay on. She brushed away her tears as she was affected very deeply by the hazy vision just the way water has an effect when feeling the hands of winter running over it. The door's calling of action pulled her away from her muse.

' Sakura, guess who called?' her mother approached with elation spreading on her lips and easily as milk spreads onto a new container. Sakura had been agile in hiding her occupied demeanor with a gentle persona like a mask hides scars of the deepest kind.

' Who Willard?' Sakura tone chimed with the sounds of guessing in the same fashion the weather wears different clothes not knowing which one will make it look appealing in front of those entities who loves its presence. Willard, he was one of her mother's acquaintances from the lines of her profession but he sends sparks to her like they were the hues of crimson and gold of the same burning fire. His spheres were fruits that birthed under ocean's skin and they were seen only through the candles of the soul, his locks like the weaving embroidery of the robes that sheltered the sun, even Sakura accepted that he was not only handsome in looks but his very depths were sculptured by the same tools. He wore the different shades of elegance though humans were not perfect he seem to try to replicate it like a goose attempts to mimic the splendor that breaths on the neck of a swan. He had this perseverance in him like the sands of a desert whose sincerity to cover the plains of the Sahara is truly a will that is not easily beaten. He was like a glass that supports it contents and never let's them fall and he was carry my mother's reflection in his shiny interior. He was an individual who you would a acquire a certain trust for and his heart was not showering in hot water so that a vapour could tamper with your vision and make u see only some angles like the towering sun who sometimes is forgetful And that's why some parts of leaves sink into the patterns of darkness. He was truly a golden feather that the sun has left to earth and the feather wove such astounding threads into his soul that any one would crave to read those lining stitches.

' No, not Willard?' her mother was being fed with childish reluctance of acceptance of truth that announces its senses when a clandestine emotion is getting out of its pouch like a Kangaroo's infant whose all too curious of the world, ' Its Abhijeet!'

' Abhijeet!' Sakura cry was teeming with emotion like the blue who sleeps in the very core of the nonchalant ocean. Its was a deep overwhelming sense kissing her vocal chords like the roots of a tree seducing the cores of the vessels of deepening bronze. Bronze the very hue that kisses all of nature caresses his silky locks and his coals like shaped like such delicious almond chocolates that you will be filled with passion's desire to taste such ethereal nutrients that you might feel a touch from his elegant soul. His body outlined by the waves of the beauty of the sea whose strength is in exceeding amounts and also the fineness you feel when getting the attentions of soothing lips of petals so very rich and his form taking the shade of chestnut so ripe and is always ready to favor our tastes. ' Give me the phone right away!'

Her mom delivered her the seed of her excitement and made the door break his slumber as she departed and left Sakura in the company of her whispering walls who too seemed to come alive when being stroked by the warming tones of their mistress's pleasure, ' Abhijeet I missed you so much! How was India? How was your home, Calcutta?'

' Hey you're forgetting Calcutta is one of my hometowns. Tomoeda was the place I was born in.' Abhijeet flowed of a pleasure's luminescence as he tasted the cherries of bliss talking to one of his best friends again. His veins were soaked in the crimson blood of exotic India where in the golden fingers of the sun trail each grain of sand. Abhijeet was the perfect letters pronounced by aesthetics – not only a basket holding the apples of charms but also grapes sweet with great perseverance and lovely thriving persona. His great intellect and his chivalry were all the foods that people yearned to feed their soul with. He was truly a silver wing of one of God's angels. ' How are you Sakura? You are the first one I called. How is everyone? How's school – dammit I missed the first day oh well I'll catch up later. So tell me.'

' C'mon, one question at a time. Now tell me the story you have read when you were in India, prosperous I hope.' Sakura had abandoned the melancholic notions from her dream as if Abhijeet was the hands of the sun's emitting gold who broke away through the ill clouds of black and gray.

' Of course it was!' Abhijeet flowed with such confidence like in the same manner the ocean is as its under its skin of tranquil it carries the strength to be the nourishing bottle for dissolved secrets both immense or minute.

' Well tell me then,' Sakura exciting capture was in such a exceeding point that it felt like she was actually accompanying the sun and she felt his burning fiery winds rub on her skin and she let the blood of her body move in rapid motion and her senses will be clad with more scorching diligence to accomplish all in the way she had crafted herself to became the sister of the sun for the sun's love of bliss makes her sincerity a one to rival for it is true that she burns with the angelic shades of a unseen heaven. Sakura pleasure was like a little bird bathing in the waters of joy for nothing brings elation to shower on her more then seeing her hard resolution in completing her abode be prosperous like the first rains of summer which are the shedding of heat that had reach to such a height that it was able to scorch the fragile and gentle sky. ' How was the visit?'

' Great.' It may have lacked some of the lushness of enthusiasm but that was also something you could sight in the statement for it had fatigue holding onto it creating a weight so the sensation couldn't really reach to a level of pure origins but it was vivid that he had tasted bliss for his breaths contained the essence like fragrance of the innocence of flower that your hands nerves tries to keep for it announces the bells of relaxation of some strange yet lovely sort a peace that seems to be on heaven but also tinges in the glorious potion which is the scent of a flower. ' Actually it had comedy too like it was all a show I'm not really exaggerating anything. This time my visit rocked of course there was occasional down points when my mother's sister, Aunt Priya, told me it was better to stay in my own country and learn about it. Its not that I don't wanna do that its just I started the first lines of my existence here in Japan without finishing a sentence you cannot go to the next for a phrase lacks true meaning.'

Sakura knew what exactly were the hidden words lying underneath his simple statement. When man starts one road its hard for him to go to the next for opportunities are the faint voices that call you or there are still some clinging sights of the path of your venturing and beside sometimes starting on a route that is just a neighbor to the one at hand is not a very good decision for fates of hands sew together so many shades of a singular color, some your mind's depth has never even pictured before. Besides when endeavoring on a straight line, you should draw it with the smoothest of bodies with less strokes of mistakes. The reason is that crooked shows your mind attention is glimpsing other topics then the one at hand you might not even have a focus to catch that white ethereal exterior is trying to submit to the seducing winds for it was depressed for your lack of sincerity for it. Integrity has fruits of sweet taste and Abhijeet wanted to finish one chapter of his book before carefully guiding his eyes to the next. It was simple, no one wants another wind to drive away another one for when the fists of titans of similar elements clash you don't always receive the conclusion you anticipated for the winds will chase each other and give birth to a tornado. ' I understand what you're trying to say Abhijeet. Most of the times you are the only one who understands which directions your heart goes. Probably into a mist or a cavern -or in the meadows or shores of ocean. The soul is very restless for it is a nomad that's why it is sometimes facing agents of concern for in its endeavor it gets caught up in storms of waters, sands or ice. Besides if you are not prepared don't dive into the water.'

Abhijeet perceived what Sakura meant. Sometimes when walking on a lane you want to vision everything on it and when you are prepared to leave you will you have no longing for someone to interrupt you and pull you aside. Mind has to gather sources of knowledge to muse on a topic not get out of anymore or else it phonic is like a dismembered note. Being rash all the time lets trouble capture you with his preying forceps with immense ease. ' Thanks I knew you'd understand. So tell me how's Eli and you?' he had a inquisitive bell ringing in his statement like you when you throw a stone you wanna how many answers will the lake give you about your strength.

Sakura mind whispered her this situation like a foreseeing the where the first light of dawn will fall. She had predicted that Abhijeet's question wanting to gain Information on hers and Eli's "relationship" and she also knew that was going to commence early like as quickly as the sun waves his hand saying he is going to sleep the moon opens the door and steps into sky's skin. Sakura started in slow motion just as slowly the uneven surface of water keeps on moving as though it was singing and couldn't help but to dance along with the solo. Abhijeet's rage was molten so fragile bricks of rock will feel its teeth – in the same way Sakura felt Abhijeet's smoked nerves as she unveiled to him one of her wretched memoirs. She was experiencing an very nerve snipping aspect as if someone had encased her in a bottle of storming poison violating her systems with its hellish frame as she thought she would burn away like a tree who becomes the obsession to fire. She had no sensation of awkwardness for Abhijeet was one of her best friends, so if he voyaged into her soul and opened a door and saw her making rhythmic ribbons that give birth to words on the snowy countenance who yearns to be caped with clandestine robes he would produce no speech of mentioning of what she was executing, instead seal the door with a greater lock and present the key to her or he will enter if she grant permission then will his foot taste the ground of the room nor else it will not – In one word he wouldn't pursue his secrets like a breeze who respects the confinements of a closed window. Like birds permission to soar the into the river of cerulean and snow is their wings our words are like the written texture of a veiling parchment of ancient origins but are the open window to the special tree we sit in the forests of our soul. Sakura felt she had been adrift in the fire sea of hell where demons bit and into her skin which still embraced purity, like a claws of a bird who don't want to surrender to gravity. The demons of hell wanted to strip her of her innocence make her naked so they could taste it for they will never see the dawn of heaven's sun.

Sometimes Mortification was the burn of molted iron sinking its jaws of hot white waters onto you form, they were the tears shed by entities lodging in hell, Sakura wasn't exaggerating because humiliation was the sharp sound of a the wrong syllabus that indicated the music instrument was ill. After she had reached the end of her winter storm and had finally she was able to get the shivery lamp to renounce its fear of the vile anger of winter's visage and make it stream into its normal mood of scarlet and sun. The air sensed the emotions spreading through here like hunger ink trying to eat the canvas paper. Sakura sensations felt like strings of a rope being nudged by the fingers of the winds and though how much she protested the wind's interest could not be ebbed away like pieces of sand from a rock, who was ever changing like our persona for we had a advantage of metabolism which he had not been conceived with so he amused himself by adding different insignias to his face and his object of shaping was the wind. The wind was getting irked for the perpetual fiddling on the lines that held the petals of Sakura's emotions so the unease died down like the sun's incandescence during the late afternoon.

' God, he's such a bastard.' Abhijeet's words held the anger of typhoon when it encountered any displeasure it could not bear. His nerves swayed to the typhoon's rage like waters of the sea for they were raised in such immense proportions it seemed like they were the swords in which the Typhoon will use as a chisel to cut away is awful anger. Anger was just seems to be the avalanche in mountain peaks for the snow seems to be huddled together and suddenly they start moving trying to obtain more space but when that is not granted the snow starts arguing with one another other and slowly they start to flow without knowing that they are wearing the cape of catastrophe and that they could cover anyone with their white sheet of frost and soon the entity will be drowned in their sea of glowing white like the flames of some distant fire burning away the atmosphere and leaving behind a abyss to succumb into. In the same procedure our senses start arguing for they all were irked by the action that had shown his hands conceiving a flame that sang the words of chaos.

' Yes, I know he is but that doesn't mean I will make my life come into a halt. I will be the river who ignores the bank who tries to get its attention by making it carry its earth. I will just start a new page if my pen blots the first.' Sakura was a meadow who was full of confidence that God will send sun's wings and the gold will ripened its buds and give petals and structure to flowers.

' That's the spirit Saki!' he yelled like the atmosphere breathes a deep inhalation, its fashion of greeting the beautiful artistic strokes of sun for in its blaze it could make the tree look as if were dressing in new attire and drinking the hot drink of heavenly bliss.

Saki, a cute little pet name embroidered for a beautiful young girl. Abhijeet's manner of showing his love to his best friend, like in the soul of a elegant picture frame you feed it with the splendor of the one you love. This name was a state of letters that Abhijeet only gathered together in his lips for it was a one of his passages of love for a true friend that he himself have wrote so no one really yearned to tear away that privilege from him nor else it was like an eclipse who decided that was envious of how everyone complimented the golden star so it decided to disrupt its performance by abusing him. Abhijeet and Sakura talked about different weathers of their vacation. Sakura told how mundane it was and though the sun with his fire traces desired to burn away the ribbons that held her incarcerated but it was no attempt it was like a patch of fire like a little glow of sun trying to nibble away the storm clouds but her efforts were not responded by positive attributes. Abhijeet had truly eaten summer's mellowed fruit and its essence still hugged his tongue like a memoir of pure sweetness. He did a lot of shopping mostly for his friends and was updated in the events of the flow of the lake in his cousins' life. They even mistook Sakura, who they entitled "Japanese Beauty" as his girlfriend, which as an expectation brought scarlet notions on to both their cheeks.

' Sakura, I…I know this is definitely not the right state of time to be asking this question but how was the first week of your vacation?' it was the nervousness of a flame seeing for the first time the shades of abyss or the leaf seeing the wind encircle it for the beginning as a present of his birth. The nervousness was an unwelcome lover of the atmosphere who she couldn't halt from embracing her no matter what attempt she progressed in.

' No its ok, I'm you're friend remember. You have every right to ask me besides you are the only one who knows.' She gained a bitter essence when knowledge stirred the ingredient of perceiving on the topic that Abhijeet wanted to talk about.

' So, how was it?' Abhijeet felt like he was bracing himself like the tree who storm was angry with that he kept on whipping but kept withstanding into falling into his desires. He really felt upset in drawing up the curtains and let the subject awake when it should have been asleep but sometimes the heart nibbles into your mind and its words are like the phantoms not longing to leave you alone until you touch its wishes.

' There was nothing special.' She felt like she was emitting a horrible gash that wind makes when it is furious and in a way it transform its tail into a spike. This spike wasn't targeting Abhijeet but actually scratching away the coarse pain the incident would bring like the rapids carrying the steps to a waterfall. There was also tinges of utter reluctance like the trees waving away to the departing sun in a sorrowful just to see dusk, in the same way Sakura felt like I couldn't allow myself to talk about the situation but things that are inevitable like the ever changing character of fire we also had to execute actions we were not too fond of, ' I was there. Patient. And I returned, you know I definitely don't like talking to father too much.'

' But…he's your father.' There was a certain confusion like when you ponder that it might rain then you see the rain clouds changing their interests and permitting the sun enter the sky's house once more. Obviously Abhijeet knew Sakura's distaste and understood it like they were both the same mirrors reflecting the similar radiance of light but one's light got suspended at the door while other found the peaceful floor of a hallway. In the same way Abhijeet wanted Sakura's frozen bar to melt, ' Shouldn't you try?'

' I can't, I won't. I know you want to make me happy Abhijeet but I just can't find that tree in a desert that is teeming with barren – I know you get what I'm saying. My heart forbids me to speak to him in a gentle way after…after what he did. I could never forget it, the memory is like so fresh like you ate some poisoned fruit and its deathful essence still lurking in you still trying to get you to fade, I feel like that. Mr. brother Torii is for whom I went for. He's doin great but misses mom a lot so I made mom make him some delicious treats. At first my dad gave a look of disagreeing like my bro was asking if he could eat a snake but approved nevertheless. Torii said he would eat 'em even if dad had restricted him to. You know something Abhijeet, Torii was positive when he said that dad became a pet dog for that horrible bitch. I feel sorry for him.' Sakura had begun her words by dressing them in pure loathing then when her brother flashed like a guiding light in the mist she faced elation once again but the end of the symphony (as it could be classified as) were like the birds in gilded cages preceding with solemn sorrow.

' "He" happens to be your bro right?' Abhijeet's sentence slow like the river of water trapped to flow due to a dam and it secretly mourned pondering what sin it may have done to deserve such nasty countenance of a boundary.

' Yes, who do you think my dad! He's such a bastard and I will always hate him like the way a dog hates a cat! Or lets just say the same manner in which trees hate the baring winds! I hate him and I always will!' her mind erupted with fury like the rage created by thunder for not getting a place in the cradling arms of the gentle sky and he spoke of vengeance as he tried to claw the sky's delicate face a way to eradicate the painful memoir of being rejected to be stroked by her elegant fashion.

A silence followed its chime and was associating with some sniffs of winter's rain that birthed out of saddened thoughts when winter muses that people thought it was harsh instead of the gift of starting a new chapter in those milky flows they christen life. Soft whispers of lament was audible like the distant enigmatic echoes of sea as if its either the waves chasing each other in a simple play or the sea herself talking to the sky telling her about her day and how she had adapted to her ever changing environment in the depths of her deep cerulean frame as though she were the leaves of a tree altering their perceptive from deep green, to dark green, to lime green to soft green to unripe viridian then resembling to gold then to a touch of orange-red then finally it decides to wear the color of her mother the earth so they might commune with each in much more heightened ways and she was correct as her mother plucks her out and lets her sleep on her bed of her soul. Sakura was the cherry blossom who leaves had become parched feeling a force of some kind was exerting pressure upon their roots and they struggled to tell the wind to release them from their imprisoning circumstances. Feelings were the discarded rocks of dirt that the ocean had refused to let the tide shower afraid that a part of their sorrow will poison her not knowing that its actually the axe to rip the vines apart. Sakura heart felt like a color of sunset who had to sleep on a darkening cloud for elation had lost the knowledge to take him back.

' Sakura I'm sorry.' He was sensing the same aura the boulder felt for it was sometimes so full of mass when covered with green and other sands traveling through other places that well he felt the immense weight that all of nature's children bring on him with abolish him, ' Sakura please don't cry. I hate it when you cry.'

Sakura tears were like the ocean mourning when feeling like the sky had misunderstood her words and now was being furious and was refusing to speak with her. Her tears were the like the little droplets that sometimes fall but are originating from the eyes of the saddened wind at night when night mocked it saying he was eternal but he was just a patch of white on a canvas speaking of colors that were gorgeous as the heaven's plains. Sakura had this sort of weight in her at the precise moment like she was valley who had been forced her route of existence as earth had just shifted her bed and thought she was going to be a hindrance to her sleep. Sakura had matched nature's misery in a way she could have become the unmoving cloud of night fearing that evil would snatch it and also her lament was like a sorrowful leaf feeling the sun not noticing even when it was dressed in its most glamorous gold blanket. Sakura felt like the only flower in winter's land who was feeling his whole harassment. ' No it ain't you Abhijeet its my dad I wish…I wish…he gets his right deserves for abandoning me in the deserts of time.' Her whole speech carried the sadness a well felt it had been pillaged of all its lovely waters and now only a few droplets were struggling to keep him alive.

' Hey Saki don't waste precious beauty from your eyes ok,' Abhijeet was being like a breeze that swept compliments to all the trees so they never forget how beauty draws on them like as if you were taking the youthful dews that played amongst the waterfall. He never wanted to see Sakura sullen like the sky hated to see the earth in depression so it requested the rain clouds to shed their nourishing blood as a reply of a prayer made some time ago. ' Listen why not meet while we're going to school.'

Sakura felt surprise tickle her like the stem of a flower shares a comical moment with the grass, ' Aren't you facing major jetlag – Don't you think it'll be wise just to come after a week I mean you need rest besides I'll bring you schoolwork if you want me too.'

Abhijeet was casual in a way a tide can get you adrift pondering there was no actual harm for you lay on the whole skin of sea, ' Oh Sakura stop that. You know me I just wanna see all my friends again besides it's kinda daft to be all alone sitting in the house. K so I'll definitely see you in the morning.'

Sakura was still felt her nerves being huddled by surprise like if suddenly the sands feel they were swept away by the wind with no given permission from them, ' Alright Abhijeet just make sure you don't dose of in class ok.

' Yes sir Saki sir,' he said comically, Abhijeet loved doing this with his friends like the way wind loved to endeavor into the hearts of foreign lands, ' Ok so I'll see you while going to school tomorrow say about seven.'

' Sure, seven it is. See you later Abhijeet.' The statement was indicating a fatigue feel to it like in the method a magnet loses its mandatory powers for it screamed of taking a pleasant sleep and right now Sakura mind saw the night time come into the meadows were it had been rapt the moments that passed like clouds venturing different acres of the field of blue.

' Yeah bye Sakura I'm growing really tired see you tomorrow okay.' Abhijeet radiance came blended with a tune that wanted to halt but also yelled to be incessant, it happened when we are having too much bliss and letting it go is a fear as we are letting go a finger of heaven. But decisions should be made, you can either still climb the mountain or slid back down to the plains under the regime of gravity, dangling in the air causes it to be distracted and he might be furious enough to unveil the chest of new concerns.

The line of the phone went to a closure that the conversation had died down like the sun shuts the gate to a day. The way you close the book after its whole story had walked into that forest of your mind and decided to stand at that location as a permanent asset. Sakura found her ears responded to the whispers weaved by her bed like the same fashion the calling of dusk announces most birds moment of returning to their abode or the way the song of existence can be the dying farewell to a candle's days. Her covers asked for her comfort as she gave them her soul's beauty on to them and her gentle sheets ask to taste her skin like as if they were tasting the fresh, first mellowed droplets of honey in spring's flavor. Her pillow pleaded her to cover themselves with the leaves of her mind and to touch with their tongue some of her fruits of knowledge so the very shelves of their mind they'll be tangled by and so they were in the arms of elation so serene and beautiful as if they were the sun's delicate kisses of splendor and sympathy.

Sakura obliged to listen to their soft pleas of craving for her body wanted to unite with them as if it were a bee listening to dancing trance of a graceful flower. They were becoming impatient in their delay like trees getting livid for they wanted to drink the rain but all they were presented with were the distant yells of thunder so they dwelled with the wind for some time so their pattern of moving will be the statement of their anger. The silence was actually the perpetually language spoken by spirits as they now intertwined with the soft phonic of a bed desiring its mistress's presence for it could touch her being and stroke them to know what their stories were and also their mistress's essence was like a lovely fire burning away their fabric as spring burns away the snow creating a new atmosphere of heightened pleasure. Sakura felt as her skin embraced the fabric like two lovers who had been departed and their reunion held no absence of passion like a tree wearing the wind and seducing it with its branches telling him to never leave her parched in this fashion ever again. The cloth now drank up the ripened blood of her whole soul as if they were the matured essence of the luscious strawberries. Sakura's eyes told her that they must retire for the day's event had caused them to become filled once more like a glass completely brimmed with water. Sakura could not be argumentative with them like the earth could not combat the storm's hands when it desired to give it a touch. Slowly, Sakura fell into the well of sleep and her dreams were like the prayers of her soul going to God swimming up towards heavens in the cold sea of black.

Morning dawned a little late as the spilled ink of black that had curtained the cerulean paper took some time to clean as they seemed to be like the petals of a flower covering each part afraid to be inelegant. Sakura eye lids fluttered like butterflies seeing the sun flowing robes leave the sky it wanted to cut off the trance that nectar had made it wear but the sweetness of dreams were tender and rip a taste the tongue will never be eager to forget. But the honey in the jar is not limitless though it may seem just like the ocean's body seemed to be eternal as the sky but it will reach a end just like a tree no matter his lips touches the sky's he cannot join her infinite quest to touch the portraits of other landscapes like the same the way the artist paintbrush wants to make the canvas absolutely splendid by dressing her with the most vibrant shades in the world. Sakura's eyes slowly opened like the wings of an angel uncoiling itself after kissing its mistress's body with sweet pouring dreams that were like tasting the lovely blood of mango when it first mellowed. Sakura spheres were like an ocean being robed by darkening clouds but now its jade waters could wear the light and flow its waves of vision once more.

She lifted her heavy head intoxicated with the champagne of dreams and so embracing of its heavenly attributes that it was reluctant to let go like the way a colorful memoir desired to be one of the winds that rushes to visit the landscape christened reminiscence. Her clocked was now conversing with time on an accurate scale and it was able to display six thirty. Sakura left her covers who realizing her motion was trying to capture her once again as they would forever want to bath in her graceful body language. Sakura let water run its smooth fingers on her, it felt as though they were touching the rays of sun and they were like strings and twisting to those illuminant threads may get something tangled up and the equilibrium of the whole golden shade will be lost. Sakura loved the pleasure water brought to her as in the manner wind tickles the grass as if asking her if forgotten about him due to sun's rivaling charms. Sakura wanted to feel the water caress her skin some more for flowers do love the seducing feet of a insect for as they trail on their lovely shaded skin and whisper sweet melodies upon their soul which sleeps with the earth so its beauty can never be bared nor else it will become cold and alter itself into the artic desert where all its sorrow seems so barren so unrelenting that it strikes fear into the souls of many.

Sakura with some speed dressed in her school uniform and slowly with as little phonic as plausible and opened the gates to the world beyond the sealed house. As she stepped foot onto the open environment a face of gold kissed her delicate visage as if she was being it was sudden feel of fabric of flowers clothing the tears for it was a sensation that had been absence in a long while for the same way you can feel the naughty snow tip toeing on your face for the first wave of winter. The feel of sun prancing around like her like if it were a angel whose first visit to earth was right at that moment and it was kind of excited to the diversity of dialect spoken below. The sun was a like a large golden fleet sailing the sea called sky and it seemed to wanna leave its signature on that vast dewy drops for it then it would find its way back home. Sakura felt the lips of the angelic being kiss her own and so she started her journey to meet Abhijeet…

Author's Note - Well I hope u guys liked this chapter! I'll update as soon as I can