Washington DC….
The Cherry blossom trees sneezed into the wooden benches below covering it in pink petals, a sound was made but no echo was heard the cherry blossoms were kissing without a word. A swift samurai wind swirled the petals through the air and they found their home and landed on his lap. It was sanjay….he gently too the flowers and blew them to the water in the tidal basin. He looked up at the Jefferson memorial overlooking the tidal basin. A girl dressed in a white skirt and pink top with long hair was running down the steps of the memorial…was it her…Sanjay was anxious…he ran towards the memorial. It must be her….the long hair…he ran faster and was so close to the girl in white skirt….Sandhya ! he literally yelled. The shocked girl looked back , sanjay's face turned pale…I am sorry ..he muttered. It was not her, he was deeply disappointed. He sank back at the bench covering his hands with the face. …will I ever meet Sandhya…my sweet angel!
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