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She hadn’t realized she was staring, until he looked up and caught her gaze with his own, his eyes deathly pale and still, almost perfectly consonant with the expressionless face onto which they appeared to have been sculpted, yet somehow alive and alight …
It was at the end of a debut post-pandemic revival of her legendary sit down dinner parties, for which she had earned a peculiarly strapping social identity in the upper echelons of New Delhi society …
As 2022 Nobel prize winning French female author Annie Ernaux wrote in her book ‘Les Annees’, i.e. ‘The Years’, prior to the 1960’s, the matter of identity pertained to a simple identification card tucked away inside a wallet. Thereafter, she writes, it became central to the navigation of life, something one had to ‘possess, discover, conquer, affirm and express’ …
She had often heard it said, and even more frequently read it in writing, that India is a land of contradiction, and for a long time felt convinced the appraisal was a fair one, up until the day she began to contemplate the essence of the word contradiction …
Even the symbolic heart has defected, she thought to herself, its alliance with ‘like’ far more prevalent today, in what is incontestably the age of Instagram, that most disquieting of all social media platforms …