“ [T]here's a thin line separating the delicate from the bloodless, in art as in food. ”
History was what had happened, class was something you read about in a book.
~ Amit Chaudhuri
Class was what formed you, but didn’t travel to other cultures – it became invisible abroad. In foreign places, you were singled out by religion and race, but not class, which was more indecipherable than any other mother tongue. He’d learnt that not only were light, language, and weather contingent – class was too.
Calcutta has still not recovered from history: people mourn the past, and abhor it deeply.
Her hair is troublesome and curly ... It falls in long, black strands, but each strand has a gentle, complicated undulation travelling through it, like a mild electric shock or a thrill, hat gives it a life of its own; it is visually analogous to a tremolo on a musical note.
