Fruit with its flower – Vannadasan
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...
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...
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 Exit – By Pudhumaipithan
Translated by E. Annamalai and H. Schiffman
That night Alamu couldn't get to sleep. Her thoughts all came crowding into her brain; an unutterable anguish...
Water Play – By Perumal Murugan
At first he was somewhat confused and hesitant when they invited him. “Me?” he whispered disbelievingly under his breath. But then desire and eagerness...
The window – By Sundara Ramaswamy
Translated by E. Annamalai and H. Schiffman
The cot I was lying on was near a window. I had collapsed on it one evening a...
The Lifting of the Curse – By Pudhumaippithan
Translated by Ka.Naa.Subramanyam
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The stone statue of the woman stood by the wayside. It is the statue of a grown-up woman, her flesh distilled into stone...
Wound – By Ayyanar Edadi
Translated from the Tamil by Padma Amarnaath
Moovelu was busy in the seedling nursery, stamping over oleander paste mixed with manure. Cranes were happily showering...
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...
