For when Ashima and Ashoke close their eyes it never fails to unsettle them, that their children sound just like Americans, expertly conversing in a language that still at times confounds them, in accents they are accustomed not to trust.
I can't imagine how that must be for Ashima and Ashoke. Coming to live in a foreign country and their children being part of the unfamiliarity at times. Especially when Gogol was rejecting everything they came from.
