Today
was cloudy and dark; a gloomy sort of day. Not even my
companions whom I regularly meet at the well were not in the mood
to linger and chat for long. I guess it is because there is a chill in
the air.
The clouds are dark, and lowering. Quite likely by nightfall the early
rains will
have begun in earnest. It sure feels like a day for huddling in
our mud brick
homes as close as possible to the little fire in the brazier!
I wonder how my long-time friends will treat me once they can tell
that I am carrying a tinoki, little child. Will they give me the look that
so many reserve for aant’at, women, of ill repute? I
shiver to think of it!
