When you reduce life to black and white, you never see rainbows. Do you?

Rainbow; God's illuminated promise.

Love is spelt C-O-L-O-R.
And
Color is spelt L-O-V-E.

Stuck right there between red and yellow as the second color in the rainbow, it was orange. Yes, it did embellish entire neighboring with tinge of carroty. After all it’s the only season where pumpkins are judged by their personality. The leaves fall and the wind blows, from the summer cottons to falling leaves. Welcome autumn!

The daylight is cold and there's a tang of turning leaves in the air. They split themselves from the twig, swirl and ballet in the space. Leaves are lessening from the trees, as if, they have lived there life this season. They plunge in the arm of Mother Nature and she greets them in her own spongy way.

To reach escape velocity we are going to work like hell. It’s a race, and race is more than skin color. That’s the bottom line.