A moment arrived once in my life where I was oblivious. I wouldn't say it was implore but definitely it was coaxed that made me frantically move towards a unware season where spring has nearly sprung. We hunkered ourselves next to each other. We were akin, yet I settled myself with trepidation. It wasn't uttered rather a gaze which spoke everything. It was hard to resist those gleaming eyes, making me immerse into that self forbided spring. How imbecile I was! I didn't realize I was already bloomed .