Frozen Moments Revisited

By Md Taslim

Human beings can learn the art of selfless love from a dog. Dog knows well, who loves him the most and reciprocates with him in the same way.
day I opened the door and brushed my teeth, but suddenly I started coughing. Cheri came running and held my feet with his tiny feet and looked at me. When my coughing subsided, I told Cheri, "Cheri, I am ok." (Cheri was name of our pet)
Then he left my legs. This expression of love and care won my heart. I developed extra love and attachment for him.
I have often wondered, does love inculcates such properties in human beings. Whenever I used to see Cheri, I used to think true love must have been doing the similar thing with human beings as well. This feeling binds the very existence of human beings in the thread of love. That is why we always have an immense urge for life. That is why a river of life keeps flowing.
courage has no relation with size. Courage is nothing but a strong determination to face the trouble in every circumstance. Courage is nothing but a frame of mind. One can overcome the biggest odds with courage and determination. This is what, we learned from our little lion like Cheri.
our little lion stopped taking food. We gave Cheri medicine. After a few hours, he drank milk and slept on his bed. We were happy that our little toy took food after three days.
Next day in the morning when I went to see our little lion, I was astonished to find he left us. It is still an uncontrollable pain. I always hope that my little Cheri will come running from somewhere knowing it well that no one ever comes from the place where he has gone.
Even then, we dream and wish for the miracle. we can do nothing other than that.
It is very difficult to predict the moves of life. Life plays the game in its own way, unpredictable, uncertain and abrupt ways with surprising un-summoned moves. Why so, no one knows.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Md Taslim
• Release date: Mar 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370519330

Md Taslim

Md. Taslim is a retired General Manager from Coal India who also happens to be a law graduate. He hails from a small town called Supaul in Bihar, which lies on the border of Nepal. He believes that life is a beautiful gift wherein all the experiences we encounter make it ever more beautiful and astounding. This process of learning something new each day has inspired him to write. Life is a celebration but it depends on individual's choice of sugar in a cup of Tea/Coffee. Quad Lamhe, Ek Aurat, Bade Saheb,Frozen Moments and Pretty Woman are his earlier books.

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Frozen Moments Revisited

Md Taslim

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

About the Author

Other books by the Author

Connect with Md Taslim

Acknowledgements

I went to Bangalore to live with my daughter for a few days.

She was living in Indira Nagar in front of the park. There was a walking track inside the park along its boundary wall. In the morning and evening hours, people were coming for a walk and running. My daughter’s house was in front of the park gate. Just near the park gate, inside the park, there was shiv mandir. It was a very popular mandir.

But, things in or near the park gate were surprising.

A young girl in her duty dress was coming on her scooty. She was standing her scooty just away from the park gate. While stay seated on her scooty, she uses to smoke a cigarette and go back to her office.

One young man of around twenty-five years of age was coming with a woman around thirty-five years of age on a motorcycle. They were parking the motorcycle just behind the gate near a tree. A young man uses to hold the woman by her waist while stay seated on the motorcycle. They used to talk like that for about half an hour.

Likewise, a young pair were coming and sitting on the park’s fencing wall by holding each other tightly. They were doing this regularly for half an hour.

Just like that, an old man was coming with a bread packet for street dogs. Street dogs used to gather near him. He was giving a bread piece to every dog. They were obeying him like a child. Those dogs were listening and following his instructions like a human being.

These incidents inspired me to write this book.

I am really indebted to my painter friend Krzysztof Konopka from Piotrkow Trybunalski, Poland, who very graciously offered to use any of his painting for the cover page for this book.

Hope you will like it.

Md Taslim

Prologue

Life is an assortment of many events and moments that get engraved in the memory called ‘Life’ Some events leave an impression on us and these impressions, we carry with ourselves over the years. Sometimes, we think of the days bygone and try to think about we have taken, or we should have taken.

This is a collection of such revisited pages of time, which teach us the meanings of life. How every episode in life happens for a reason and introduces us to a friend called ‘destiny’.

How life echoes back depend on what we give, the good or the bad. Ultimately, life comes to a full circle and yet we hope for miracles to happen. Even death, which is the ultimate reality becomes a source of livelihood for someone.

Last but not the least Love; for what it means, for what it’s worth and for what it entails, stay a well-cherished mystery.

This book will take you to a ride to a chain of events in life of a person which changed his perspective towards life and will change also your perspective towards life.

It is bound to shake you from inside and will force you to think for a moment.

It’s the story of a sugar in a cup of tea, you can swirl it the way you want ... to your choice and to your taste.

Md Taslim

Chapter One

Life is a puzzle. It is custom made for each of us. We remain solving it in our different style. Some of us solve it quickly, and some of us take more time. Those who solve their riddle quickly they are identified as bright, they recognize those who solve their puzzle in more than average time as dumb head but most of us solve our puzzle in an average time and considered ordinary or ordinary people.

Ordinary people are more in number, or I should say we are more in number. When we solve the first riddle, another riddle of the game of life pops up. It is the beauty of this game of life. We become addicted to this game and enjoy it. Often, we compare our skill with others. We boast about our competence and try to show off. We consider ourselves best among our peers and in general. This makes us inquisitorial being. Another game of higher and higher saddles goes on popping up driving us increasingly messed up. This process of game playing goes on until the end of our journey of life when we cease to exist on this planet called earth.

Death is the most significant leveler, it never discriminates between intelligent, dumb head or mediocre, rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, happy or sad, young or old, theist or atheist. It is a life, which discriminates, always, at every step but it teaches us the value of patience, perseverance, humility, humanity, aggressiveness, ability to fight, strength to endure rough weathers and make us humane.

Those of us do not learn these things, leads a miserable life. Once we learn and practice these things in life, we love the best attributes of life and experience its subtleness. Love teaches us that losers are always the winner of the game of love. This makes our life a beautiful journey.

Let us make our journey of life a beautiful journey. Let us strive for it.

After writing this blog, I took out another pen from my penholder kept it on my table.

A dark green ink pen with white metal cover is in my hand. On the chariot of memories attached to this pen, I suddenly reached the year 1972, Varanasi City. I was due to appear for my first Class Mine Manager's Examination in the mining engineering department of BHU.

It was evening time. Ira and I were sitting on the left side of the second step from the top on the Bank of river Ganges. Surroundings were melancholic. At some distance towards our right, a dead body was burning. The River Ganges was flowing quietly in front of us. As the evening descended, people started coming and sitting on the steps of Gange's Bank. The hustle and bustle were increasing all around. I was immersed in these surroundings.

Suddenly Ira turned and asked, Why do we live?

I was taken aback by her question. I stared at her face while thinking about the answer to her question. I could not think of an answer.

I took her hand in my hand and said, " I am living to keep these hands in my hands forever, for the whole life. I wish to live to hear my name from your beautiful lips forever. I wish to live to hear your sweet melodious