The Dry Rain
--This story was closed on Jun 30, 2009
--This story is closed
Mar 30, 2009 05:59 PM
It's lonely out here.....surrounded by all these people." I thought to myself. The thin shawl wrapped around my head flowed harshly in the wind, and I struggled to keep it from falling off. I turned my back to the large crowd and I could feel their eyes penetrating me accusingly; if the shawl fell off it would just be another negative point behind my back.
The priest beckoned me towards him. I walked carefully; I could never walk properly in a sari. He motioned for me to light incense and place it around my dead husband's body. I could feel the tears starting to swell up in my eyes as I lit yet another fragrant stick, the smell reminding me that today was the last day I would see my husbands face.
Although we were in a room with walls, the wind continued to break through, threatening to dry out the incense sticks that clung around my husband's body. To me this was the only light in my now dry and bleak life and that thought alone brought my body to a shiver.