A Post-colonial Reconstruction of Diaspora
Chapter Four: To go back there again
They gathered, and gathered andgathered every grain of rice,only the rice ears stayed…
On Place India Place
I can only remember the immediate surroundings of the places we have lived in.
A child does not wander off too far away.
Stay close, she would say and I knew she was close at hand, from the smell of caramelised onions on her clothes, on her lap, where I laid my head.
I am going back to India.
Are you going home, they ask.
Where is home. Many places.
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