Mannaasai (Greed for Land) – By Na.Pichamurthy

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  Yes, this is my house. The empty site in front belongs to me. The enclosed square, contiguous with the site is also part of...

Horoscopes – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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  Translated by Padma Narayanan   Ayya had great expectations of us. As soon as his children were born, he had their horoscopes cast by a famous...

“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...

Eldorado – By Sujatha

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  Translated by Ramesh Ramachandran   Sister-in-law, who opened the door struggled to recognise him. When she did, she was shocked. She stammered, swallowed spittle and asked,...

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...

Mylapore – By Maa. Aranganathan

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  Translated from the original Tamil by Nakul Vāc   It came and went like a flash of lightning. The ticket he had purchased was still in...

Reflowering – By Sundara Ramaswamy

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  Translated by S Krishnan        Amma was lying on the cot and I was curled up on the floor right next to it. Amma...

A Loss of Identity – By Mouni

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  Translated by Dr. Albert Franklin   He awoke suddenly, wide awake in the night, cleanly awake, as if something had startled him. Trailing across the edges...

Mother – by N. Pichamurthi

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  Translated by E. Annamalai & H. Schiffman I was traveling on a train. My attention, which was focussed on looking out of the open window...

Refugee Girl – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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  Translated by: Aniruddhan Vasudevan   The girl in the green-yellow-white waitress uniform was a refugee. She could be either from India or Sri Lanka, or perhaps even...

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