longing

"Is that what you think of when you think of me?" Gogol asks him. "Do I remind you of that night?"

"Not at all," his father says eventually, "you remind me of everything that has followed."

beautifully and elegantly does Jhumpa Lahiri write.

I'm (finally) midway through The Namesake.

A little too descriptive, initially, but as always, significant in hindsight.