Where do the Oranges fall??

An orange falls from a tree- Not on Newton. No one wondered why she fell, like he did when the apple did. But everyone wondered whether the orange was orange or the orange was the orange. Is orange a color or a fruit or a color named after the fruit or the fruit named after the color?? How does orange look?? For me she looks orange, for you too she does- but my orange isn’t the same as yours. I might be color blind or you might be, or we both might not be- yet orange is orange today, but tomorrow or for someone else, she’s totally different. Once we make an attempt to accept all the confusions of her cover, we look closer, as she lets you into her world. As we get introduced to a new expression among the various others of her. The juicy vesicles that we consume each one of them having a quality of her own, mood of her own and having her own individual existence within. An aroma of her own that slows down the movement of sand into the other side of it. As we separate a vesicle, another expression of her is introduced. Now we’re looking into her, from a whole different perspective. We never knew that there was a vesicle inside her, when she fell at first. It was just stories we heard, when we saw something colorful fall off a tree that grew from a seed and some downpour by the sincerity of the queen of seasons. It was a conversation of the nature, a way of telling a story by creating something new, different, something colorful in between the green canvas on a brown bark. A vesicle bounded by a translucent layer, we see a seed within. A seed that would give birth to another green canvas and a brown bark that would grow to more oranges. So we take it away, the flaw in everything that we expect to be perfect. We get into the translucent layer and in between the juiciness of the colorfulness; we find a flaw, the seed whose potential and acceptance comes with time. And then we pop in our mouth, to experience a momentary joy that would sustain until you pop another and another, as we plant the flaws and let the seasons takes over its part. The various expressions are known, familiar with time as we fall in love with the cycle. The color, the fruit, the various expressions as we get into the colorful fruit, as we understand her mood and her tastes- she falls off a tree, another one falls and then another. From within, another one grows and from that, another and this big cycle keeps continuing. And now the orange doesn’t fall below the tree, she falls far away, travels far away and meets tangerines, gets insecure. Finds an apple, is fascinated by his contribution to Gravity. Meets everyone else, tries to understand just like she did herself. Then she falls in love with the diversity, variety and the flaws that exist all around in a world filled with colors and tastes, living in a bubble that needs to be… burst.