The God and Kandasamy Pillai – By Pudhumaippithan

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  Translated by Ramesh Ramachandran   1 Melagaram M K Ramasamy Pillai’s only son, Melagaram M K R Kandasamy Pillai alias Chelleppa, was standing at a safe corner...

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...

Worship – By Indira Parthasarathy

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  Translated by Ka.Naa.Subramanyam   Vaduga Naicken was surprised that a beggar who made his living by going the rounds of the town begging fistfuls of rice...

Lunch – By Ashokamitran

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    Chaturanga said: Subbanna screamed at seeing me. ‘You here? Thought you were in Vijayawada!’ The whole street was startled. ‘I came here on a transfer.’   ‘How long...

The Rat – By Ashokamitran

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  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...

“Dostoyevsky’s Face” – By Jeyamohan

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  Translated by Nakul Vāc  No one had expected Pa Kavundar1 to fall that soon! There were very few in our village that did not expect or wish...

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...

Truth and Lies – By Imayam

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  Translated by Lakshmi Holmstrom 1 Raghavan climbed into the compartment, carrying his suitcase. He glanced briefly—just once—at the ticket he held in his left hand. Then...

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 Stamp Album – By Sundara Ramaswamy

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  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...

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