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“When you live without your own language you feel weightless and, at the same time, overloaded. You breathe another type of air, at a different altitude. You are always aware of the difference.”

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Jhumpa Lahiri
Jhumpa Lahiri

Jhumpa Lahiri is an Indian-American author known for her insightful exploration of immigration and multiculturalism. Her works often focus on the inner world of second-generation immigrants, delving into themes of identity, belonging, and cultural conflict. Born on July 11, 1967, Lahiri graduated from Brown University and received a Master of Fine Arts degree from Columbia University. more

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