It's been a long while since the last time I read Lahiri, an author's works in which I was engrossed.
It is a piece of short writing derived from her lecture in Italian to a foundation some years ago.
The writing still has her unique touch of quiet tone. It was a good read, but somehow I felt distanced as the writing seems to have lost its grip on me, a grip reinforced by some magical attraction to her language that I experienced 9 to 10 years ago.
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