What happens when the Sun falls in love with the grey clouds? A Rainbow. She smiled, staring up at the small arc of colours in the grayscale skyline. “What is that?” an eager child on the road was pointing at the sky. Her mother smiled. “God’s paint palette.” She smiled at the sight. Once, a five-year-old, much eager than this one, had asked the same of her mother. Years have passed by. And the rainbow remained an eager mind’s wonder, forever. They have, however, reduced over the years, due to man’s torture of his habitat. She sighed at the fading colour once before getting into a cab. Alone, the cab was silent until it filled with Kishore Kumar’s melodious voice. She smiled to herself; the driver had song choices like hers. The water droplets started pouring on the glass panes shortly after that . She closed her eyes. The smell of his cologne was as mesmerising as his smile. She had drooled shamelessly at the groom’s best friend at her cousin’s wedding. He had asked her fo...