Fictional Jottings · Words of The Mother and Sri Aurobindo

Rains and Pains

Rains are grace from the gods above. Renewing life. But pausing the life in me.

When will the Sun bathe me in its healing light? My old, aching bones need drying. Badly.

My grandfather said this in his prayers to the Sun-God. That was when we had real monsoons.

Things changed in the last few decades, global warming’s side-effect for old arthritic me. But in my 80th year, I experienced rains and pains, the way my grandfather did.

If rains are grace from the gods above, what are pains?

My grandfather believed. Do I?

Linking this with Write Tribe, 100 words on Saturday, Prompt: My grandfather said
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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