Chapter 86
Solitude had never been highly estimated on her list of wants from life. And yet, Meher felt that she would have given up anything for an hour of being on her own, in someplace not so quiet, where she could watch others going about their lives without expecting any kind of contribution from her. Is this what happened when you have been on your own for too long? She loved her family to death, but with the way things were at home right now, she felt like she had walked into a never ending play and found herself in the lead role, no less! Although, finding out about Heer di's pregnancy had been the best thing, for more reasons than one. Everyone at home now had something else to focus on other than picking the differences between the old and new Meher.
So it was with a great feeling of anticipation that woke her up on the morning Meher was due to begin working for Prem. She had been looking forward to all week and was up and ready before anyone, already on her second cup of coffee when her sister walked in.
"You are ready?" Heer asked. "I suppose you are excited about going to work." Meher had to suppress a grin at the desolate expression. Everyone knew about the curfew Prem had levied. It had been surprising, but no one had dared to argue with the steely tone in which he had announced that and their move downstairs. Lalit and Gayatri were in whole hearted agreement. Personally she thought that it was a tad too much, but at the same time could not really blame him for being protective.
"I am," Meher said, standing up to pull out a chair for Heer. "But my work is no where near as important as yours is, which is to take care of my niece or nephew." She poured out a cup of tea for her sister. "Shouldn't you rest for some more time?"
Heer accepted the cup and smiled. "I can always do the resting later."
Meher took the seat next to hers. "If mummy papa were here today, they would be so thrilled, na didi?" She was sure it would have been a proud moment for her parents. "Isn't it weird that I remember them when I am happy, wishing they were with me to share it. And when I am sad, I feel oddly relieved that they are not around to see it. Does that make sense?" Looking up, she saw Heer watching her, like she had never seen her before. "Di�"
"Tu kitni badi ho gayi ha, Meher." Loving fingers stroked her cheek and tucked the strand of hair behind her ear. "I thought that it was just the hair and the way you carry yourself that had changed," her sibling was saying. "But now I see it goes much deeper than that." Heer was looking a little sad and resigned at the same time. Meher smiled, now feeling self conscious, and turned away and almost let out a sigh of relief when Prem walked in, glad that this conversation was not going any further.
"Good morning," he said, smiling at them both. "I thought I was going to have to send someone to wake you up." The last was directed at Meher.
She grinned. "I wouldn't want to be late on my first day at work. I mean, what kind of impression would I be giving my boss, uh?"
Prem only smiled back, proceeding to pour himself a cup of coffee and she noticed, not for the first time, that his usual cache of smart retorts seemed to be empty. Meher mulled over that bit of observation, while they were joined by the rest of the family, except Preet.
Heer walked with Meher to the front door, wishing her good luck on her first day and watched as the younger girl walked towards the car to wait for Prem.
"Remember what I told you," her husband told her, bending to kiss her cheek, a moment later. "I'll call you around lunch," he added with a smile when she nodded.
Heer watched him stride away, wondering if anyone dared disobey one of his edicts. As the car disappeared from view, she went back inside, only to be shooed away to her room by Gayatri. The inactivity was making her listless and irritable, not that she would even dream of complaining to her husband. She had another thought that was bothering her more.
Prem, since their announcement to the family, had been curiously tight lipped about discussing the baby. Heer was not so blind so as not to notice the slight tensing of his body every time someone made a reference to the new arrival. Or the way he sat through the dinner time conversations, when Meher, Sanjana and Preet made boisterous plans for their niece or nephew, almost as if he had them all tuned out. He had yet to even acknowledge their child, let alone the changes it was going to bring in their lives.
Heer hadn't expected him to be over the moon about her pregnancy, considering the threat that hung over their heads, but surely he couldn't possibly resent their childā¦could he?
She could not even bear thinking about. There had to be a reasonable, valid explanation. Problem was, she found herself oddly reluctant to ask him, afraid of what she was going to find out. But ask she would, for it was only a matter of time before someone else would notice his distance and then what?
"Heer," Sanjana called from the door, before walking inside the room. "I am leaving now. Do you want anything before I go?"
"I would really appreciate it if you could all stop treating me like an invalid," she muttered.
Sanjana laughed as she came to sit beside her on the bed. "Get used to it." She peered closely. "Are you still feeling sick?"
"It comes and goes. I feel better now."
"Are you craving for anything?" Sanjana asked her eyes wide with curiosity. "I have heard women get these urges to eat the weirdest things. I can always stop and pick up whatever you are in the mood for."
It was Heer's turn to laugh. "I will let you know."
The other woman nodded. "I mean you can hardly expect the guys to understand."
"You seem very knowledgeable. Are you hiding something?"
"What?" Sanjana turned puzzled eyes and then a faint flush crept up her cheeks. "No, nothing like that," she said, smiling. "I am watching and learning from you, before I go down this path myself, sort of like an advance warning of what to expect."
"Is that why you waited?" The gesture still had the power to overwhelm her.
"Oh believe me I had selfish reasons," Sanjana said, sliding an arm around Heer. "I mean, I spent a good number of years hankering after this guy and I really wanted him all to myself before presenting him with a kid to shower all his attention to." Heer smiled, still not completely convinced. With that, Sanjana stood up. "I think I better goā¦"
There was a knock on the door and both women glanced up to see Harman standing there. "Do you still want me to drop you off or not?" he asked his wife with slight exasperation. He gestured the pile of books in his hand and added to Heer. "These are for you."
"Ok, ok," Sanjana muttered, hurrying forward, and Heer followed.
"This is a six part series on Ramses II, written by a French archeologist. I hope you like it," he said. "It is pretty good." He smiled as he handed the books to her.
"Thank you," Heer said. "If you've liked it, I am sure I will too," she added, really meaning it.
Sanjana only looked from one to the other, resignedly. "I'll see you later," she said and left.
Walking back to the bed, Heer settled down to read, thinking that she was going to have to get used to this routine, like it or not.
Ok, so this is it for today! See you Wednesday!