Virat Kohli is the sun, too bright to take in at one glance, lighting up every corner of the earth with the will never to give up.
Rohit Sharma is the ocean that obeys no one's but its own rules, its wide expanse absorbing everything thrown at it, yet the one entity no one dares mess with.
Ajinkya Rahane is the moon, softly visible but always there, that enhances all its mellow touch falls upon.
Ravindra Jadeja is the riot of autumn leaves, crimson and russet and mustard in chaotic brilliance, too restless for a moment of stillness, mesmerizing with its very wildness.
Ravichandran Ashwin is the lighthouse amidst a dark sea throwing a focused beam of light whose direction never wavers.
Shikhar Dhawan is spring, bringing with it the hope of washing away old sorrows, the hope of a better tomorrow, the hope of the birth of new life.
Bhuvneshwar Kumar is dusk, a soft blur of colours chasing each other across the sky, gone too fast to identify, for it's the ending of a day, for endings are beautiful too.
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Kaleidoscope
FanfictionEveryone is beautiful in a way that's their own. A metaphorical take on the entire spectrum of beauty we've found in the Indian cricket team over the years.