Perfume – By Ashokamitran

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    “You want me dead!” he shouted at his wife. “Eat something and go. Your lunchbox is ready,” his wife said. But he was already halfway...

Enemy – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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  Translated by V. Ramanan   He had not known anything about rearing hens, neither were the hens elated in his captivity. He knew that it was...

The Dying – By Vaiyavan

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  Translated by E. Annamalai and H. Schiffman   Boothalingam's bristly beard brushed lightly against his bony chest and tickled him. He sat up and closed his...

Exultation – By T. Janakiraman

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    That was a local shuttle train which ran from Tiruchi to Mayavaram. Its life began every morning at 10:30 and ended at 3 in...

A Room of Her Own – By G. B. Chathurbhujan

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  Translated by Geetha Jayaram   “Why doesn’t he understand whichever way I try to tell him?” “Why doesn’t Raghav pay any heed to this one wish of...

The Lifting of the Curse – By Pudhumaippithan

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  Translated by Ka.Naa.Subramanyam 1 The stone statue of the woman stood by the wayside. It is the statue of a grown-up  woman, her flesh distilled into stone...

The Cart Track – By Ayyanar Edadi

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    Translated from the Tamil by Padma Amarnaath   The sun began to rise. It slowly ripened, warming the east with its heat. Velu and Chellaiah worked...

Kaanchanai – By Pudhumaippithan

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  Translated from Tamil * I just couldn’t sleep that night, for no apparent reason. My mind was neither troubled, nor was it overflowing with happiness...

Fruit with its flower – Vannadasan

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Translated by N. Banumathy    When I asked Dinakari ”shall we buy from this shop?” she was busy picking up the flowers of  a vaagai  tree...

“The Plastic God-Box” – By Ambai

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  Translated by Vasantha Surya   `Krishna, raa…’ Ladling out some rice-and-ghee on the window sill and tap-tapping it once with the back of the ladle, Amma called...

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