" Within three months, they have clothes and toothbrushes at each other's apartments. He sees her for entire weekends without make-up, sees her with gray shadows under her eyes as she types papers at her desk, and when he kisses her head he tastes the oil the accumulates on her scalp in between shampoos. He sees the hair that grows on her legs between waxings, the black roots that emerge in between appointments at the salon, and in these moments, these glimpses, he believes he has known no greater intimacy. " - The Namesake, Jhumpa Lahiri.
