The Stamp Album – By Sundara Ramaswamy
Translated by Ashokamitran
( A story for children)
Rajappa sensed a sudden drop in his popularity. For the past three days everyone had been crowding around...
Exultation – By T. Janakiraman
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...
Trespass – By Sundara Ramaswamy
Photo by : Cameron Ballard
Translated by Lakshmi Holmström
It struck me later on that, just for a second, I had been off my guard. I lifted...
Waves – By Sundara Ramaswamy
Translated by Rajaram Brammarajan
My acquaintance expected that I would be arrested that night. The attraction he had towards me — it is only my...
The Double Decker Express – By Azhagiyasingar
Translated by Aswini Kumar
Last Thursday, I travelled to Bengaluru by the Double Decker Express train. Since I was late in making my travel booking,...
A Loss of Identity – By Mouni
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...
Fermented Pancake, Aranygaluska ! – By Appadurai Muttulingam
Translated by V. Ramanan
It all happened like this. A Jewish woman had called us for dinner. You may ask me, what was unusual about...
Borrow One! – By Appadurai Muttulingam
Translated by Nakul Vāc
I was of the age when I believed that a car would go all on its own if I kept touching...
The Rat – By Ashokamitran
Translated by Vasantha Surya
THAT they had done it for two nights in a row made Ganesan very angry. Without sparing a single morsel, the...
Fantasy – By Sarvakan
Translated by Vasantha Surya
When we reached the National Store, there were no customers at all.
That was one convenient thing about Natesan’s shop. There was...
