Reliving the memories

Today I want to share some pics which are there in my mobile. They always bring a smile on my face. Whenever I feel sad or dejected, I scroll through the gallery in my phone. They always bring back this feeling of sweet nostalgia. They remind me of the happy times I have spent with my family and friends and immediately relaxes me :)

This is our Golden retriever enjoying in a lake. That day was especially hot and he got a chance to cool off in the water. This pic always brings a smile on my face:)

This pic was taken from our car window. It was raining and the sun was peaking out from the clouds. It looked surreal to me. It was taken from my mobile and the picture quality is not that great, but I love this pic.

This is Thannir Baavi beach in Mangalore. I love beaches. There was no crowd on the beach that day and it was so peaceful. Sunsets on the beaches are the best!

One more pic of our dog sleeping on my Mom’s lap. He sure is the baby of the house :)

These earrings are the first anniversary gift from my husband. Aren't they cute? :)

The Madman

I recently came across this beautiful piece written by Khalil Gibran:

You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,--I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
'Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.'

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, 'He is a madman.' I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, 'Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.'

Thus I became a madman.

And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail
is safe from another thief. 

This poem really sums up how we live with masks on all the time, hiding our true selves. We have molded ourselves based on the society's expectations. Let us be more more true to ourselves and learn to embrace ourselves as we are.

Miles to go before I sleep

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though; 
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

This is one my favorite poems by Robert Frost. There will be so many promises that we need to fulfill in our lifetime, so many responsibilities to be held and many expectations to be met. Sometimes it gets overwhelming and you just feel like running away somewhere far and just be by yourself with no one to question you or judge you.

This poem motivates you and makes you anxious at the same time. Miles to go before I sleep :)