the way we move ahead
the way we let go
the way we respect others
the way we allow them to behave with us
the way we love our loved one
the way we blindly trust some stupids
the way we perceive the nature
the way we hold the drop of rain
the way we catch the falling leaf
the way we believe in ourselves
the way we hold our breath
the way we release our pressure
the way we live our life
I always try to get somewhat me-time, where I can find the reflections of my own thoughts. I found peace in my mind in such times using traveling. I always want to see the places in the world alone, I do not care whether it is near or far, but it should be some nature reserve place. The reason behind visiting place alone is I want to perceive the place as I am seeing, feeling and preserve the snapshot of the view in my memory, which should not be affected by some other people’s company.
Recently, I have been to such place, Bhadra Reservoir, which is located on the Bhadra River a tributary of Tungabhadra River in Chickamagalore District in the western part of Karnataka in India.
Views of Bhadra River Dam
A bird waiting for someone …
Me while having fun of picturesque view …
A night view from Balcony …
Day views from Balcony of my room …
A bench placed at magnificent place …
Finally, I had a great weekend. I am so happy and satisfied.
I came across one incident, which I want to mention here. As I am addicted to walking, I always went to this park nearby me. One day, suddenly, one lady approached me and joined me in my walking and started to talk with me. First, I did not realize the meaning of this conversation. However, later on, I understand that she is mentally challenged and she wanted to express her feeling with anyone she found comfortable with. In conversation, we both asked about each other and our family.
Now, this park becomes our meeting point. I talk with her daily around 10 minutes; ask her about her day and her health. People, who come daily to the park, intimate me that she is mentally disabled, so don’t talk with her. But as I like to be odd and I am a kind person I ignore all that advice. Eventually, we become good friends.
I like when she mispronounces my name.
One day she came to me as usual but this time she appeared to be sad. I asked her what happen. Then, she told me that one of the ladies in the park complained to her mom about her that she is crazy (Pagal i.e. insulting word in my native language to point out that person is mentally disabled). She was complaining about her to me that woman teased her and that made her uncomfortable. I told her to have a patience and said what I felt right for her. I explained her that people, who speak the things about other people without thinking; they are actually mad or crazy. It is not you who is crazy. So don’t worry, forget about it and ignore her.
However, after this incident, one thought came to my mind was who is really mentally disabled.
My friend, whose Intellectual function like thinking and understanding, are not that much developed or on the flip side, the lady who criticize her.
I think that now it is the time to change the definition of the mentally challenged person.
This is the lyrics of the song “The Rose” by Amanda Mcbroom. I have heard this song first time, while watching the second series of “True detective” and I found it so heart-touching.
Some say love, it is a river
And that it drowns the tender reed
And some say love, it’s like a razor
And that it leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, it’s only seed
It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dyin’
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember, in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love
In the spring, becomes the rose.
According to me, love is the hope, warmth, understanding, trust and exploring each others mind.
My daily routine includes an evening walk. A walk after my work, when I am tired as hell lead me to the destination, where I enjoy a lot of things. I believe this is the reflection of happiness, sadness, and purity held in my mind palace.
There is the small garden near to my house. It is almost 10 minutes away from my home. I walk around 30 minutes in the garden on the jogging track.
During walking I notice these things:
Firstly, the garden includes lots of diverse plants and flowers, which attract me most. I normally observe the growth, color, and appearance of them.
Secondly, you can see the sky clearly from the garden. Especially, in evening bunch of birds (mostly parrots) are returning to their home.
Finally, I am so happy seeing the children enjoying and playing around. I love to see their innocent smile. They are a charming amusement for me.
The flock of the air touches my skin and ambiance make me peaceful and pleasant.
whatever happens to me in throughout the day, if it is a good day or a bad day but I never miss a chance to go for a walk to this garden which makes my life joyful.
This is the power of positivity around me, which gathers me, inspires me, delightfully, to be more hopeful, more joyful, more thoughtful: in a word, more alive.