An old Jhumpa Lahiri short story that appeared in the New Yorker, that I dug out from my book­marks. Not a bad read. She writes well, but the whole “Tra­vails of a Ben­gali Fam­ily in the US” rou­tine is start­ing to become a lit­tle boring.

  2 Responses to “The New Yorker: Fiction”

  1. On the other hand “Charu­latha on Cen­tral Square” made me cry.….……

    I assume you are talk­ing about Heaven-hell.

  2. I haven’t read Charu­latha on Cen­tral Square. Do you hap­pen to have a link?

    And yes, I was talk­ing about Hell-Heaven. (My post has a link to it, in case you missed it).

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