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...
Fantasy – By Sarvakan
Translated by Vasantha Surya
When we reached the National Store, there were no customers at all.
That was one convenient thing about Natesan’s shop. There was...
Chellammal – By Pudhumaippithan
Translated by V. Ramanan
Chellammal had just breathed her last. The pulse waned to a stop and she was reduced to 'a body’, in front...
Reflowering – By Sundara Ramaswamy
Translated by S Krishnan
Amma was lying on the cot and I was curled up on the floor right next to it. Amma...
The Locker – By Azhagiyasingar
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...
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...
A Way of Life – By Poomani
Translated by Padma Narayanan
They decided to do just that.
The three rolled on the ground by the shadow of the tree beside the brook. The...
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...
Nigaamaa’s Tears – By M.G. Suresh
Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan
Any novel can be briefly written in just two pages – (including Tolstoy’s War and Peace) – This is the philosophy...
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...
