A foreign language can signify a total separation. It can represent, even today, the ferocity of our ignorance. To write in a new language, to penetr… - Jhumpa Lahiri

And yet she didn't want to kill herself. She loved the world too much, and people. She loved taking long walks in the late afternoon, and observing her surroundings. She loved the green of the sea, the light of dusk, the rocks scattered on the sand. She loved the taste of a red pear in autumn, the full, heavy winter moon that shone amid the clouds. She loved the warmth of her bed, a good book to read without being interrupted. To enjoy that, she would have lived forever.

Every language belongs to a specific place. It can migrate, it can spread. But usually it’s tied to a geographical territory, a country.

I owed the greater apology, but at the same time I knew that was done was done, that no matter what I said now I would never be able to make it right.