#Walking in the rain#

It was a typical rainy day in Kolkata, with dark clouds hovering overhead and a constant drizzle falling from the sky. Ramya had always loved walking in the rain, but today was different. Today, she was walking alone.

Ramya felt helpless

She had just left the hospital where her mother was undergoing chemotherapy, and the news was not good. The Cancer in her body had spread, and the doctors were not optimistic about her chances. Ramya felt helpless and alone as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders.

She was walking aimlessly through the city streets, lost in her thoughts and worries. The rain seemed to echo her sadness, falling steadily from the sky without a break. She wished she could just curl up in bed and cry, but she had to be strong for her ailing mother.

The rain mixing with her tears

As she walked, she passed by a park where she and her mother used to go on sunny days. The sight of the swings and slides brought back memories of their happy times together, and tears filled her eyes.

She sat down on a bench and let herself cry, the rain mixing with her tears.

Someone truly said.. I always like walking in the rain, so no one can see me crying.

Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a stranger holding an umbrella. “I’m sorry to bother you,” he said, “but I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone in the rain. Can I sit with you?”

Ramya hesitated for a moment, but something about the stranger’s kind eyes and gentle voice put her at ease. “Sure,” she said, and he sat down next to her on the bench, holding the umbrella over both of them.

They sat in silence for a while, watching the rain fall and feeling the chill in the air. Ramya was grateful for the company, even if it was a stranger. Finally, the man spoke up.

“It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” he said.

Ramya looked at him incredulously. “What do you mean? It’s pouring rain, and it’s freezing cold.”

The man smiled. “Yes, it’s raining, but rain brings new life. It nourishes the earth and helps things grow. And as for the cold, it reminds us that we’re alive. We can feel the chill, and that’s something to be grateful for.”

Ramya was taken aback by the man’s positivity, but she couldn’t help feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was something to his words.

They talked for a while longer, about nothing in particular, but Ramya felt a sense of comfort in the man’s presence.

When they finally said goodbye and went their separate ways, Ramya felt a bit lighter. The rain didn’t seem quite so heavy, and she could see a bit of brightness in the sky.

As she walked back to the hospital, she realized that the man was right. The rain was just rain, and the cold was just a reminder that she was alive. She had so many memories with her mother, and those memories would always be with her, even if her mother was no longer around.

She talked about happy times, no tears

When Ramya arrived back at the hospital, she walked into her mother’s room with a newfound sense of strength. She held her mother’s hand and told her how much she loved her, and they talked about all the happy times they had shared.

Ramya knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but she also knew that she was not alone. She had her memories, and she had the kindness of strangers to guide her through the rain.

And as she walked out of the hospital, with the rain still falling, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope. Please share your feelings as well.

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4 replies

  1. Beautiful message of hope.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Yes, there is a beautiful message about our beautiful life.
    Thanks for sharing your feelings.


  3. Positivity helps. An inspiring story!

    Liked by 1 person

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