Look, how the Red, the Blue, the Green represent nature, and yet they are the ancient sibyl when it comes to popping up with their most beautiful shade and creating the mysteriously sporty rainbow which is ready to run its marathon in the sky and showcase its heavenly arc with the perfection of compass whilst considering the world as its sheet waiting for its geometry.

Sometimes I think; how beautiful it is that the rainbow exist as the mere thing which can fade all adorable creations of worldly incantations in the whole history ; how beautiful it is that Green, Orange, Indigo and all those shades parallelly exist without poisoning the periphery of each other; how rainbow is the best fugitive between the fellow compatriots who are going through destruction as a part of the nature; how beautiful it is, that besides mostly remaining in disguise it is not being considered as a ghost but the soul of nature; how pacifying it can prove amidst the asphyxiation of planet; how besides being thin it cannot get pierced by the prima facie of nature’s ruin - of the so called twenty first century; how  the categorized contamination of atmosphere disables itself in its effectual capacity and let rainbow be spick and span; how amazing it feels that its frequent visit on Earth has increased the possibility that may be it has been a part of a day in the period of ‘La Belle Epoque’ till the outbreak of World War 1914 or may be it has observed Mona Lisa as a Florentine or her marriage to the Silk merchant Franceso del Giocondo; how beautiful it is to know that these merger of seven colors is more then a word, it’s purely a bequest – ‘ An Earthly crypto-legacy’.

Rainbow’s excellence is representative of hundreds of variables whether subjugated or not. It's more than a colorful arc. It exists in the mindset of a successful Magnate, in the structure of Megalith, and in every Metaphor used by a writer.

-Rishika Rathore