Status Updates From Interpreter of Maladies

currently in a reading slump so hopefully this short book fixes me!!!

It was my only memento of a grandmother I had never known, and until Mr. Prizada came to our lives, I could find nothing to put inside it.

It was inappropriate, in my opinion, to consume the candy Mr. Pirzada gave me in a casual manner. I coveted each evening’s treasure as I would a jewel, or a coin from a buried kingdom, and I would place it in a small keepsake box made of carved sandalwood beside my bed, in which, long ago in India, my father’s mother used to store the ground areca nuts she ate after her morning bath.

“The first time I was alone in your apartment I looked in your address book to see if you’d written me in. I think we’d known each other two weeks.”
“Where was I?”
“You went to answer the telephone in the other room. It was your mother and I figured it would be a long call. I wanted to know if you’d promoted me from the margins of your newspaper.”
“Had I?”
“No.But I didn’t give up on you.”

A Temporary Matter

He was a mediocre student who had a facility for absorbing details without curiosity.