The Rainbow of Five Colors

Chitrabati was a peaceful village that was tucked away among still mountains. At the end of each day, the sun would set behind the mountains, the birds would go to sleep, and the wind would blow a strange melody. It was said that the unspoken whispers of nature were carried by this melody. In this village grew up two souls—Aranya and Meghla. Their bond was silent, yet deep—like they could read each other without speaking. Meghla was poetic and introspective, while Aranya was a seeker, enchanted by ancient mysteries.

One monsoon evening, something miraculous occurred in the village. The sky was filled with a rainbow, but it wasn't your typical rainbow. It had only five colors, glowing with an otherworldly light, as though silently calling out to someone.
Meghla sighed as she stared at it and said, “This rainbow... it feels like it's trying to remind me of something. But I can’t quite remember what.”

Aranya responded, "It feels like it's calling us," peering into her eyes. Let’s find where it ends.”
That night, they set out across the hills. As they walked, the air grew heavier, the birds fell silent, and even the trees seemed to tremble in stillness. Eventually, they reached a misty valley where a mysterious tree stood tall, its branches adorned with glowing orbs—each in one of the five colors of the rainbow.
On the tree's trunk was carved an ancient verse:
"Those who are lost in love will see the truth—these lights are not colors, but five doors that open to the depths of the heart."
Suddenly, an invisible voice whispered through the wind:
"Are you prepared? A question is contained in each color. A wrong answer will cost you everything. The right ones will reveal the truth.”
They weren’t afraid—for something within them was being drawn to the colors.

*The first door—Red: It blazed like fire. The question:
“Is love freedom, or a chain?”
Aranya answered, “Love is freedom of the soul—if it is selfless.”
The door opened.
*The second—Yellow: Misty and blurred. The question:
“Is friendship permanent, or just bound by time?”
Meghla replied, “Friendship transcends time, if the heart is true.”
The light led them forward.
*The third—Green: The pulse of life. The question:
“Does trust come with birth, or is it earned?”
Both said, “Trust is earned—but once built, it never dies.”
Another door opened.
*The fourth—Blue: Deep and cool. The question:
“Which is deeper—silence or speech?”
Meghla closed her eyes and whispered, “The soul speaks through silence—words are unnecessary there.”
A silent melody played around them.
*The fifth—Violet: Smoky and spiritual. The question:
“Are you ready to lose all that is familiar, to gain an unknown truth?”
"For love, losing everything is also a victory," they said after a brief pause and handshake. All the doors opened at once.

They stepped into a circular space bathed in light. At the center stood an old man, with starlight in his eyes.
He said, “You have heard the voice of the rainbow. Know this now—these colors are the language of nature. And love... love is a cosmic design. Only those who seek with purity arrive at the heart of this enigma.”
Then the man dissolved into the air. Light wrapped around them, and the rainbow descended to embrace them. Then, all light vanished.
They returned—but Chitrabati was no longer the same. The villagers looked at them with unfamiliar eyes, as if a hundred years had passed.
They understood—the rainbow had taken them to another dimension, where love was no longer just an emotion, but a profound revelation.

The End.