The journey of every individual, every country, every historical epoch, of the entire universe and all it contains, is nothing but a series of changes, at times subtle, at times deep, without which we would stand still. One could say that the mechanisms of metamorphosis is the only element of life that never changes. Of undergoing one mutation after another. It was the void that distressed me, that I was fleeing.Writing, I discovered a way of hiding in my characters, of escaping myself. While the refusal to change was my mother's rebellion, the insistence on transforming myself is mine.All my life I've tried to get away from the void of my origin. “I am the daughter of a mother who would never change.The refusal to modify her aspect, her habits, her attitudes was strategy for resisting American culture, for fighting it, for maintaining her identity.When my mother returns to Calcutta, she is proud of the fact that, in spite of almost fifty years away from India, she seems like a woman who never left.
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