She saw herself among the Sakura flowers. so delicate and elegant yet lost somehow, in the grief of their eternal beauty. She was laying over the limitless sheet of flowers. They were covering her whole body, making her appear more scenic, aesthetic, unreal. She never suspected such a setting to be a part of her dream. She must have thought that she deserves to be served by the elegancy of these flowers.
A beauty like these flowers could melt the heart of an oppressor, a heart of a malevolent. and If they were ever touched brutally could burn those harsh hands into ashes.
"In Japan they say,
Cherry blossoms mean it's spring
But it's not Spring here."
Shellie~
Sakura reflected strange compatibility with her personality. she was astonished at the marvelous similarity this flower showed with her; they reminded her of her past. Like them, she was once so strong at the base, anchoring to the grounds firmly where she used to stand and never had fallen, no matter how much of the opposing wind made her lose her temper.
As the charming and bright colors of sakura, her life was an amalgamate of frisky silhouettes of liveliness. But, this one hard blow of kismet staggered her balance. This unwanted twist, this unkind whirl took all her pride, esteem, and sense of self.
All of Sudden these inspiring flowerings appeared out of life, out of beauty. They appeared merely the piece of wet tissues, twisted into a delicate pattern on which she could merely take pity now. They had lost their charm once she dared to compare them with herself. Their strong and hefty stem appeared bawdy and the floral pattern appeared displeasing to her eyes. Tears of disgrace rolled down her cheeks.
Her tears made her aware of her dreaming. She had finally got rid of this sweet poison getting sprinkled over her by the vision of Sakuras. She was mad at herself once again. How long can she stay here fantasying about her nostalgic longings? how long can she stay motionless? She was drenched in these thoughts when Chan Su appeared to be coming her way on the balcony of a room. He was the same person who brought her food in days of captivity and took care of her in the days of her fragility. She learned about him in later days when the merciful Queen introduced her to be her special servant. He was a man in his early 50's, little short, squinty eyes, pale skin, stretched at the edges. He appeared to be a tough person much like a warrior returned home from the long-waged war, whose face got paled from the embarrassment of not fighting enough for the mighty cause. Maria witnessed him training various young boys and girls for military education. He spoke clear English but was not that much of a talkative person, could categorize as a reserved person. Somehow, he appeared gentle with Maria. he was the first person who made her feel comfortable on these premises. He always had worn this weird smile on his face as if he were hiding something behind it, maybe an incredulous truth of this undefeatable fortress.
Chan Su got closer and turned his back towards her. He was facing the soon-to-be-dawning sun. both of them were standing on this overly extended platform. Chan Su said while perceiving the soft beams of the rising sun:
'Everything can be taken from a man but one thing! Never be destroyed nor snatched'
He looked at Maria as if he wanted her to inquire him back "what thing?"
And she asked impromptu "what exactly that thing is?"
And then he uttered, "you know when a person is tucked into the misery of slavery- the last resort to his freedom is to choose his attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's way of handling things is what going to absolve him in the end."
Chan Su revealed and made her ponder over her maneuver of the last few months. What she was doing here? Just ranting, complaining, and grumbling at her fate. She had forgotten her glories, her passions, her inclinations. And now she was merely pitiable, despicable, and scurvy.
She asked Chan Su in mere desperation; "what on earth had I done wrong to your people that you let out all of your rages on me, tell me why I deserved this end?" she did not know when she broke into tears, sobbing badly while pleading him to help her.
His smiling face became a little grave as he perceived her agony and he said:
"you need to let go of your pain to get out of it. If you stay laying in the cesspool of grumpiness and desperation you will lose all the temper of tackling your situation."
These consoling words from Chan Su were a relief to her disintegrating lungs, sooner she stopped sobbing and started normal breathing. Chan Su opened new doors for her brain to reflect on her current situation. Chan Su was smiling again. Sun was brimming fully now. Maria had found a new 'IKIGAI', a Japanese word for "reasons of existence." Now she could involve her brain faculty in breaking new grounds for her freedom and individuality.