Time passes differently for you and me
From the Blog gollgappay "There was seldom anything addressed to her. Only an occasional letter from Manash. She resisted reading them, given what they reminded her of. Manash and Udayan, studying together in her grandparents' flat, and Udayan and Gauri getting to know one another as a result. A time she'd crushed between her fingertips, leaving no substance, only a protective residue on the skin." - Jhumpa Lahiri in *The Lowland* I felt this way once before when I took another journey with Jhumpa Lahiri. It was a different book, *The Namesake, *but I remember the landscape of this author's creativity, the topography of sentences, the valleys and deltas, the mountains and forests. This is a fertile place. Lahiri takes me back to my home -- so different from the home of Ashima in *The Namesake*, and cepakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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