“Ready?” asked Lahiri in an accent which didn’t
betray his lack of knowledge in English. None of us nodded or said ‘yes’, but
he still ordered the boatman to row. I held the side of the boat tightly with
my hand as a hollow feeling emptied my stomach.
For just one second, I hallucinated and on
afterthought, I deduced it was because of the tiredness. I saw myself standing
at the river bed, smiling. I looked like I did last year, before Kartik was
lost. And just as abruptly as it had come, my vision of myself vanished. I
instantly realized what my vision had been about- as I drifted away from the
river bed, I not only drifted away from my country, but also from a part of
myself.
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