Frozen Moments Revisited

The game of life is strange. The time comes silently and whispers "abracadabra," colors the canvass and leaves quietly, leaving no trace and leaves a pang and anguish for a lifetime. We get submerged in this magic of life, obligated. It is the ways and beauty of its bright, enchanting spell. That is why we all carry our cross enduring the pain of life, hopes and dreams filled eyes, living with joy and glee until we reach our predestined foolproof destination, which is nothing but a big full stop. Our story completes. We call it fate or destiny, whatever we like. “Your wife is very beautiful and cultured.” “Yes, I know that.” “Why can you not leave this woman?” “No, I cannot leave her.” “But why?” He philosophically said, “Molten magma and fireplace heat has a vast difference.” . While coming to open the door, an idea flashed in your mind. You are writing about one's relation with his fellow beings, neighbors, relatives, friends, wife, and children. You were trying to write the truth based on your experience, it is perfect, but you have experienced it just now. Mr. Writer, you forget one thing before one's soul is taken out of his body; his voice is taken first.....