Santanu Majumdar
The diasporic condition can be reflected at minutely microscopic levels. I moved out of my own house into a rented house in the same locality — barely half a kilometer away– 17 months ago and still sometimes feel myself to be in the middle of the alien and the inhospitable — though a ten-minute walk will take me back to my old house which is being rebuilt and where I hope to return in October. Oddly I did not get this feeling when I was a student in the UK for six years. Does anybody have a similar experience? And can anybody suggest a reason for my feelings?
Diaspora, Migration, and Literature 