Four More Weeks
Almost without thinking, Suman climbed to the roof. A few minutes of solace, she thought. It had been raining in the evening, and now the sky had cleared. Though the roof was wet, Suman sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, gazing at the clouds playing hide-and-seek with the moon.
Another month, Suman thought wistfully. Four more weeks before her husband would come and take her away from her in-laws’ house. Will this time ever end? She wondered, rubbing her belly where her unborn child lay hidden from the world.
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She still had to tell her husband about the baby. It did not feel right to tell him over the telephone or to tell anyone else before he knew.
The family, unaware of her pregnancy, gave her several household responsibilities that she struggled to fulfil. More often than not, she was exhausted before she could sleep. Today, she had escaped to the roof to rest her weary limbs.
Four more weeks, Suman reminded herself and dozed off on the wet floor.
