Nisha’s hands stopped short as the the Commonwealth Bank logo flashed past.
“I am strong. I am STRONG,” she repeated inwardly, as stared at the bank letter. The rest of the stack had already slipped and now lay scattered on the dining table.
“One month. That bitch had said she had a month,” she hissed. A heavy darkness seemed to be descending around her and she found herself short of breath.
She had lost her husband, had no job and a year-old baby, and now the bank was threatening to take her house away.
What should she do? What should she do? Nisha throught frenzily. Sell her gold. Sell the car. Call Rohit’s parents. Borrow. But she knew they didn’t have much themselves.
If only she could find a job.
She heard Vineet wailing from the bedroom.
“I am strong,” she chanted, as a sob finally escaped through her.
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