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...
Refugee Girl – By Appadurai Muttulingam
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...
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...
Ages meet – By Jeyakanthan
Translated by E. Annamalai and H. Schiffman
Old Gowri waited patiently inside the bus for everyone else to get off.
Then she stepped off last, carrying...
Window – By Sundara Ramaswamy
I lay on a cot by the side of a window.
Months ago, I crawled into it one evening and hadn’t got out of it...
“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...
Eldorado – By Sujatha
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,...
Chair – By Ki. Rajanarayanan
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...
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,...
Mannaasai (Greed for Land) – By Na.Pichamurthy
Yes, this is my house. The empty site in front belongs to me. The enclosed square, contiguous with the site is also part of...
