‘... this refined language of Indian modernity – an Indian language that was actually first used as a first language by a home-grown cosmopolitan elite – enough to say, with or without humour, ‘Ami tomake bhalobashi' (‘I love you') or ‘Apni kothai thhaken?' (‘Where do you live?). These stray statements performed an incantatory ‘open sesame' – into the bounded, charmed, small-scale world of ‘Bengaliness'. The ‘honorary' Bengali might be myopic; might be an aficionado of art-house cinema; might be politically left wing; might have taste for lyric poetry; a tendency towards the autobiographical; an appetite for fish; or display none of these traits.' [citation needed].
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