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.
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On the other hand “Charulatha on Central Square” made me cry.….……
I assume you are talking about Heaven-hell.
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).