Mother Earth – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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    Translated by Padma Narayanan   My father was a strict man. As a boy, I walked and talked quietly whenever he was around and quelled any...

The Locker – By Azhagiyasingar

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  Translated by Aswini Kumar   I must confess to a slight irritation when Mrs. Chari called me up that Saturday. The bank was supposed to close...

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...

Mannaasai (Greed for Land) – By Na.Pichamurthy

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  Yes, this is my house. The empty site in front belongs to me. The enclosed square, contiguous with the site is also part of...

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...

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...

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...

Window – By Sundara Ramaswamy

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    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...

Fermented Pancake, Aranygaluska ! – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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  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...

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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