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Time is like a river. The stork stands by it; on one leg. It is winter. It sees the river flowing and changing its colour. Sometime the river is violet, sometime it is murky green, sometime blue and sometime yellow. Red sometime. When the sun is on the sky, the river is orange. When the moon is on the sky, it is translucent white. All the time, the stork remains standing; on one leg.

Its favourite colour has passed by but the stork does not fly away. It still stands by this river, which once has flown in its favourite colour. The river had been green then; from start till end. Just that the stork knows that the river does not end. Like time, the river is endless. The stork remains standing on one foot, by the side of endlessness. Time gives the illusion of passing away; river gives the illusion of flowing away. But actually all keeps waiting; by each other’s side. And by the side of endlessness. Colour keeps changing.