Chair – By Ki. Rajanarayanan

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  Translated by V. Ramanan   How could you call a house without a chair a home? So it struck all of us in the house the same...

Nigaamaa’s Tears – By M.G. Suresh

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  Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan Any novel can be briefly written in just two pages – (including Tolstoy’s War and Peace) – This is the philosophy...

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...

Two Minutes – By Ashokamitran

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  Translated by Padma Narayanan and Subashree Krishnaswamy   1. “A short story by a Spanish writer comes to mind. Can’t remember the author’s name, or the title....

The Double Decker Express – By Azhagiyasingar

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  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,...

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...

Trespass – By Sundara Ramaswamy

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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...

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...

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...

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...

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