Bharati Mukherjee

1n the mind's eye, a one-way procession of flickering oil lamps sways along the muddy shanko between rice paddies and flooded ponds, and finally disappears into a distant wall of impenetrable jungle. Banks of fog rise from warmer waters, mingle with smoke from the cooking fires, and press in a...

Dimple Dasgupta had set her heart on marrying a neurosurgeon, but her father was looking for engineers in the matrimonial ads. Mr. Dasgupta was an electrical engineer (he called himself a "high-tension" man) with the Calcutta Electric Supply Company, and lived in a narrow pink house on Rash...