The world of this story is completely unfamiliar to me. The narrator, Zoya, is young, talks about Benneton sweaters and fantasizes about Enrique Iglesias. I'm sure there are people like this in Canada, but I certainly don't surround myself with them. Zoya comes across as shallow and annoying. I don't have to like a central character, but it would have helped.
Fortunately, the other Indian references were of a different kind of unfamiliarity, and so the story did, at least, have the armchair traveler appeal.
Without all of that, the plot is okay. Zoya is trying to keep her dignity in tact by not returning to a man she previously thought she loved and who she'd thought, until recently, had loved her back. This part of the story is common, no matter what walk of life.
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