Once a passenger was on his way to his destination by a forest route. Suddenly a wild elephant attacked him and almost swooped with his feet raised.

Seeing no way of rescue, he hanged himself on the trunk of a banyan tree in his reach, the tip of which was swinging on the pond.

When I was looking here and there to save my life, I saw his eyes under the branch, and there I saw a sudden death.

The gigantic crocodile was waiting for the traveller to fall from the tree.

Fear – stunned eyes went up the tree and saw a honeycomb hanging and dripping honey from it.

Water came in his mouth. For a few moments, he forgot the fear. He dripped open his face towards the drop of honey. He tasted honey for a while.

But what is this! The thin twig of the tree, which he is holding, is hung by a white and black rat. Thus the twig was about to break in a short time.

In this story he was the elephant depicted as time, the crocodile was death, honey was life, black and white rat were day and night.

The combined name of all of these is life.