“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.