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Desirable Daughters

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Bharati Mukherjee
Bharati Mukherjee

Bharati Mukherjee was an Indian-American writer renowned for her exploration of themes such as immigration, identity, and cultural conflict. Born on July 27, 1940, in Kolkata, India, she passed away on January 28, 2017. Mukherjee's writing is characterized by its reflection of her own immigrant experience and her profound understanding of both Indian and American cultures. more

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