My thoughts have been vigorously rejigged. Like the interpreter of maladies, I have dreamt of settling disputes of which I alone can understand. Along with the girl once gripped by a mysterious ailment, I was cured. When Miranda wronged a stranger, the vermillion, promising marital bliss threatened me too. Pirzada came to dine, I as well prayed for the conflicts to come to an end and for the rightful birth of my country.
I was put into a trance by Lahiri's portrayal of the bereaved couple lamenting the death of their unborn child and confiding their frightful secrets in the dark during an electrical outrage.
I seemed to have lost the sense of 'time' while reading this splendid depiction of the plight of the homeless. The author exhibits her majestic power of story telling with such grace and allure that the most wonderful thing happened to me today. In this stirring collection of short stories, Jhumpa Lahiri displays the diasporic struggle of men, assailed by nightmares of home, over the dilemma of assimilating into the new world or holding on to the past culture.
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