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...
Lunch – By Ashokamitran
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 Plastic God-Box” – By Ambai
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...
Perfume – By Ashokamitran
“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...
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 God and Kandasamy Pillai – By Pudhumaippithan
Translated by Ramesh Ramachandran
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Melagaram M K Ramasamy Pillai’s only son, Melagaram M K R Kandasamy Pillai alias Chelleppa, was standing at a safe corner...
Kaanchanai – By Pudhumaippithan
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...
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,...
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...
Two Minutes – By Ashokamitran
Translated by Padma Narayanan and Subashree Krishnaswamy
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“A short story by a Spanish writer comes to mind. Can’t remember the author’s name, or the title....
