The Rainy Repentance Finding Forgiveness

The only real mistake is the one from which we learn nothing.- Henry Ford

While Mumbai is Flooded with Wetest Day Record in History. July 26th . 2005 will remember for long as it makes Mumbai Stand still, The Local Trains and people all stranded, Calls to Jitu unreachable too.

Well i Put forth my Resignation just 4 days ago, and awaiting.

Watching the Heavy Rains from the Window, I remember something, that reminds me of a Day - 9 years Back-- A Heavy Rain over Me. Its a Day I will never ever Forget.  Writing that Day below....... 

forgive me

It was 1994, and I was a college student, eagerly pursuing my graduation with Botany Honours.

During lunch breaks, I had developed a habit of visiting a nearby Vegetarian restaurant called "Pabita," owned by a kind-hearted man known as "Hadu Bhai."

One day, while enjoying my meal, I noticed a trick that would allow me to modify the bill and pay significantly less. Temptation got the better of me, and I decided to try it out.

After successfully paying a fraction of the actual bill, I felt a fleeting sense of triumph. I Remmeber Paying Rs 18 Instead of the Actual Bill of Rs 58/- . As I was already Preapared to do the Trick . that Day I ordered more that I can Eat, Like Chilly Paneer , Mushroom Curry with other Regular Thali (Vegetarian Plate of Meals)

मैने कुछ Zअबर्दस्त  आचिवे कर लिअय था। 

But on returning back to College, an unsettling feeling gnawed at me. I could not concentrate on the Lectures at College. It was as if a dark cloud loomed over me, casting a shadow on my conscience. 

As the college day came to an end, my friends bid me farewell and went home, while I found myself lingering near the bicycle stand.

It was raining heavily, and the evening light was fading fast. Despite my intentions to leave, I couldn't bring myself to ride my bicycle. Instead, I sat under a nearby tree, feeling the raindrops soak me to the bone - Chilling internally -- but no able to go back Home.

I was now totally wet under the relentless rains, mirroring the turmoil within my heart.

The guilt of that bad act was overwhelming, making me feel deeply unstable. I couldn't bear the burden of my actions any longer. 

An hour passed, and I was still sitting there, drenched and filled with remorse. I couldn't bear the burden of my wrongdoing any longer. I resolved to make amends and headed back to "Restaurant Pabitra" to confess my misdeed to Hadu Bhai.

Finally, I made up my mind to go back to the restaurant and confess my wrongdoing to the owner.

The walk back felt like a journey of redemption. My heart pounded as I approached the restaurant, and my mind raced with thoughts of how Hadu Bhai might react. But I knew it was the right thing to do.

I reached the restaurant and mustered the courage to kneel before the owner and reveal the truth.

When I finally stood in front of Hadu Bhai, I mustered the courage to tell him everything. I confessed my attempt to manipulate the bill and how I had paid far less than I should have. Hadu Bhai looked at me, and to my surprise, his stern expression softened into a smile.

"Son, your honesty and repentance are commendable," he said with genuine appreciation.

"You may have made a mistake, but your willingness to make things right shows the true strength of character. I believe you will become a good person, someone with integrity."

His words resonated deeply within me. 

The weight on my shoulders lifted, and tears of relief welled up in my eyes. It was a turning point in my life, one that I would never forget. From that day forward, I vowed to be kind, honest, and true to myself.

That rainy day, with raindrops still falling, I learned an invaluable lesson – the power of owning up to our mistakes and seeking redemption. It shaped me into a better person, guiding my choices and actions throughout life. I've never repeated that mistake, and I'm grateful for Hadu Bhai's wise words, which continue to inspire me to be a person of integrity and compassion.

It's the captivating journey of myself as a young college student as I grapples with the consequences of a dishonest act at the restaurant 'Pabitra.'  Caught in the downpour of guilt, I seeks redemption, learning valuable life lessons along the way. This heartfelt experience explores the power of owning up to mistakes, finding forgiveness, and embracing the trans-formative beauty of second chances amidst the raindrops of change.

Now, whenever it rains, the memory of that day comes rushing back. It serves as a reminder of the transformation I underwent and the importance of staying true to oneself, no matter how challenging the circumstances may be. And every time I pass by "Pabita," I remember that it was not just a restaurant, but a place that taught me a valuable life lesson.

The beauty of rain is that it washes away yesterday's mistakes, leaving behind a clean slate for tomorrow's hope. - Steve Maraboli