"Mali," she asked him.
"Bamako," he replied instantly.
"Malawi."
"Lilongwe."
She remembered looking at Africa in the Mapparium. she remembered the fat part of it was green.
"Go on," Rohin said.
"Mauritania."
"Nouakchott."
"Mauritius"
He paused, squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them, defeated. "I can't remember."
"Port Louis," she told him.
"Port Louis." He began to say it again and again, like a chant under his breath.
-Lahiri, 103





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