That would be the last thing I read in Malayalam. That was probably an article in the Onam issue of Mathrubhumi where the writer was talking about a personal (near-death IIRC) experience with asthma. I think it was called ഭീകരസൗന്ദര്യമുള്ള ഒരു രാത്രി അഥവാ സ്റ്റാറ്റസ് ആസ്ത്മാറ്റിക്കസ് [ˈbʱiːgəɾəsawn̪d̪əɾjəmʊɭɭa oˈɾu ˈɾaːt̪ri jət̪ʰəˈʋaː ˈstæːtəs æːst̪ɨˈmæːtɪkəs] 'A Terribly Beautiful Night a.k.a. Status Asthmaticus'. I don't remember the author's name.
The last thing you read but were interrupted by a phone call or text while reading it.
Earlier this year, my siblings and I gathered at our parents' house to sort through some old documents of my father's. He had saved lots of letters, both ones he had written and ones others--including us--had written to him. One of the things he'd saved was a card I'd given him on his 50th birthday. (I'll be 50 this year.)
The last thing you read that was written or published before you were born.
"Richmond is a real scholar; Owen just learns languages because he can't bear not to know what other people are saying."--Margaret Lattimore on her two sons
Among the books I have read cover to cover, that would probably be Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. After that I also read a few chapters of The Wisdom of Insecurity by Alan Watts, but I haven't finished it yet so it probably doesn't count.
The last thing you read that made you felt deeply confused.