Long blue river
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The story was represented at the CD of World Artists by the editor Shankar Barua.
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 The man did not remember how he came to be inside a yellow boat. He opened his eyes. The blue high sky was looking at him with a big cloud smile. The man sat down inside the boat and looked around him. He began to understand that he was inside a little boat which was traveling along the long blue river. Brightly coloured banks were not too far away. He could touch any of the banks.
"Perhaps it is my dream?" he thought. "Why can I touch the banks? Why are the banks painted in those different beautiful colours?"
He looked at the sky again. The sky had its usual blue colour. He attempted to find the sun so that he could see its colour. He remembered that sun should be yellow colour. The sky was filled only with white transparent clouds. The big smile of the sky that to begin with was made with the big white cloud no longer existed in the sky. The sun no longer existed either.
"Where am I?" the man thought.
Suddenly he noticed that the water of the river began to change colour. It was becoming green with brown lines. The banks had new colours too. Their ground was grey. Yellow trees had grown on the banks. He looked at the boat. It was now a red colour.
"I can say that I understand nothing," he told himself sadly.
The colour of the water of the river had changed to white. The trees along the banks were dressed in orange leaves.
"I am in a crazy world," the man thought. "Or… I am crazy myself."
He thought that again when the river's water became painted in a violet colour. He lay down inside the boat. The blue sky was looking at him with the tenderness of white clouds.
"I begin to think that the sky is the only unique thing in this crazy world which does not change colour," the man thought.
His little boat drifted on upon the strange violet river. Suddenly he saw a little boy who walked along the bank. The boy was singing a happy song. The banks were green at that time. The man shouted to the boy. He stopped and looked at the man curiously.
"Please, tell me where I am? Why do all things change colours except the sky?" the tired man asked the boy.
"You must understand it by yourself," the happy boy answered the man. "You are in the land of feelings. I am sorry but I can not tell you anything else."
The boy waved his hand, sang his light song and continued on his way along the bank.
"The country of feelings… Perhaps the colours are a reflection of different feelings? Are they my feelings only or are they the feelings of different people? But why is the sky always blue? Why does the sky look at me with the eyes of tender clouds always?"
The man did not have the possibility to ask the boy something more. The man was far away from him because the boat was traveling faster than the little happy boy.
He closed his eyes and began to think, "What is the constant feeling in my usual life? What is the feeling which expresses tenderness to me always? What is it?"
The river was green at that time whilst he was thinking. The boat was red in colour.
"I am very tired. My mother could help me with this question. I am sure of it. She always helps me when I need it," the man thought. "My mother…"
Suddenly he understood everything, "Only the feeling of my mother to me is constant feeling. Only my mother looks at me with such tenderness and love. Her feeling reminds me of the high blue sky."

The man wanted to look at the high sky again. He opened his eyes. Only the white ceiling was above him. He looked around himself. He was in bed in his room.
"Was it a dream?" he thought. "No. I am sure I really was in the country of feelings and this colour country revealed the truth to me. I must call my mother now. It has been many days since I heard her tender wonderful voice."