Sakura festival is on my mind at work because the cherry blossoms in the neighbourhood are in full bloom. I am pretty sure the festival starts today at Downtown Vancouver. After work, my mission is to be at the festival. Reaching Burrard Skytrain station, it was quiet. No festival; I’m a day early. All is well since it’s a beautiful evening and I meander away from the city centre. At every street corner, it reminded me of the days gone by when I used to work in the city. The skyscrapers, beautiful gardens, picturesque mountain and the traffic seem to be more of a distraction now I found the serene neighbourhood environment working for the school board. I ended close to the waterside by Canada Place. There is a commotion going at the Pan Pacific Hotel. The hotel entrance area is barricaded and heavily guarded. What is going on? The crowd consisted mostly of Indian descent. I overheard that the demi-gods are coming to town and will stay at the hotel. Demi-gods? Who are they? Apparently the Bollywood stars are here for the Times of India Film Awards. That explains it. These people have waited for five hours just to have a fleeting glimpse of the stars of their life, the heartbeats of India. For many young girls, the actors are their heart-throb. What is the big deal of meeting these so-called celebrities? That brings me to a flashback when I was in New York, year nineteen forgotten. Breakfast on the run, more like a stroll in early morning while most people are going to work, I ended up in a glass building where I could hear a sound system blaring outside. There were several people peeking into the glass and I was curious. And I joined in the crowd. Inside, the lobby is arranged as if it is’s a studio and I could see a couple of people talking; a white person and a person-of-colour. Eating my croissant and drink my java, it was rather entertaining; however, I cannot remember what was the topic of the conversation. One person said: That is Whoopi Goldberg! Who is Whoopi Goldberg? I thought. The show was finished and Whoopi was coming out of the building. She was heading towards me and I was face to face with her. The man beside me asked Whoopi for a signature, but he doesn’t have a pen. Whoopi asked me do I have a pen. Me? Speechless, I just stared at her! Somebody gave Whoopi a pen, signed the piece of paper and off she went. All I can remember was how beautiful Whoopi is at close range. The smooth glowing skin, high cheek bones, well-rounded lips and a deep voice were enough to make me feel star struck. Now I remember, she is one of the casts in Star Trek, Guianan. Am I right? Are the stars out tonight? Only in my mind.