You and Narcissism.
"The notice informed them that it was a temporary matter: for five days their electricity would be cut off for one hour, beginning at eight p.m. A line had gone down in the last snowstorm, and the repairmen were going to take advantage of the milder evenings to set it right. The work would only affect the houses on the quiet tree-lined street, within walking distance of a row of brick-faced stores and a trolley shop, where Shoba and Shukumar had lived for three years."
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"Somehow, without saying anything, it had turned into this. Into an exchange of confessions- the way they'd hurt or disappoint each other and themselves. The following day, Shukumar thought for hours about what to say to her. He was torn between admitting that he once ripped out a photo of a woman in one of the fashion magazines she used to subscribe to..."
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"He told Shoba about the magazine and sweater on the third night. She said nothing as he spoke, expressed no protest or reproach. She simply listened, and then she took his hand, pressing it as she had before."
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"Something happened when the house was dark. They were able to talk to each other again. The third night after supper they'd sat together on the sofa, and once it was dark he began kissing her awkwardly on her forehead and her face, and though it was dark he closed his eyes, and knew that she did too. The fourth night they walked carefully upstairs, to bed, feeling together for the final step with their feet before the landing, and making love with a desperation they had forgotten. She wept without a sound, and whispered his name and traced his eyebrows with her finger in the dark. As he made love to her he wondered what he would say to her the next night, and what she would say; the thought of it exciting him. "Hold me," he said, "hold me in your arms." By the timethe lights came back on downstairs, they'd fallen asleep."
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Jhumpa Lahiri "interpreter of the maladies". Wonderfully written. I would continue summarizing, but I'm pooped. I'll do it another day.
2 pics I found when I was younger -.-" knn, feel so old now.
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"Somehow, without saying anything, it had turned into this. Into an exchange of confessions- the way they'd hurt or disappoint each other and themselves. The following day, Shukumar thought for hours about what to say to her. He was torn between admitting that he once ripped out a photo of a woman in one of the fashion magazines she used to subscribe to..."
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"He told Shoba about the magazine and sweater on the third night. She said nothing as he spoke, expressed no protest or reproach. She simply listened, and then she took his hand, pressing it as she had before."
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"Something happened when the house was dark. They were able to talk to each other again. The third night after supper they'd sat together on the sofa, and once it was dark he began kissing her awkwardly on her forehead and her face, and though it was dark he closed his eyes, and knew that she did too. The fourth night they walked carefully upstairs, to bed, feeling together for the final step with their feet before the landing, and making love with a desperation they had forgotten. She wept without a sound, and whispered his name and traced his eyebrows with her finger in the dark. As he made love to her he wondered what he would say to her the next night, and what she would say; the thought of it exciting him. "Hold me," he said, "hold me in your arms." By the timethe lights came back on downstairs, they'd fallen asleep."
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Jhumpa Lahiri "interpreter of the maladies". Wonderfully written. I would continue summarizing, but I'm pooped. I'll do it another day.
2 pics I found when I was younger -.-" knn, feel so old now.
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Poser sial..
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Oyukkuri nenasai anata.I'm learning to breathe; xoxo :)``
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