Jhumpa Lahiri is one of my favorite authors. There’s something about her short stories and novel which is so profound, even if they are stories about completely normal people like me. The familiar setting she places her characters in only makes me relate to them so much more. Today’s excerpt is from Unaccustomed Earth:
She felt the lurch of a head rush. The boy who had not paid attention to her; the man who had not paid attention to her; the man who’d embarked on an affair knowing she could never be his; at the last moment he was asking for more. A piece of her was elated. But she was also struck by his selfishness, by the fact that he was telling her what to do. Unlike Navin, he was not offering to come to her.
I loved that Lahiri made her character reflect upon her lover’s selfishness, and take it into consideration instead of being blinded by her desire. Oftentimes I feel that we ignore the bad signs if the good is so…good, so perfect. But I think it’s a bad sign if you are always the one reaching out, always initiating contact, making excuses for someone. If someone is good for you, you won’t have to make excuses.