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The Lowland, Jhumpa Lahiri

"But he had no sense of himself without Udayan. from his earliest memories, at every point, his brother was there."


"Anything you need, just give a call, Narasimhan said, patting him on the shoulder, turning back to his sons.

Thank you.

I’ll make you my yogurt rice one of these days, Narasimhan called out.

But an invitation never came."

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