The rains

'Rains wash away your sins', her grandmother used to say. She doubted if today's rain can free her from this guilt and pain. Like a movie, scenes of her past came before her and she tried all kinds of explanations to justify her actions so that she could at least redeem herself in her eyes. God, was long forgotten. She neither believed nor disbelieved him and she hardly prayed Her mind was busy thinking of different scenarios , full of if onlys , yet the present continued to be as distasteful as before.Future was anyway bleak and present she didn't want to be in.

It was drizzling outside and she could see the rain drops gently kissing the blades of grass and those yellow daffodils in the garden, kissing the roads of the street and her rusty gate. She remembered what he said" You are perfect the way you are", and she desperately wanted to believe him if only she could wipe off her slate. She kept falling into the same trap, make the same old mistakes and succumb to the same old weakness. Every attempt to be strong and feel strong seemed futile.

The rain was now falling harder and she went to the courtyard. She went outside and stood in the rain and she let the rain kiss her face, her palms, her shoulders and got completely drenched. "Maybe it was true, rains do wash away your sins", She thought and smiled.