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...
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...
Mother – by N. Pichamurthi
Translated by E. Annamalai & H. Schiffman
I was traveling on a train. My attention, which was focussed on looking out of the open window...
A Hairy Tale – By Gopikrishnan
Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan
I don’t know what you think of ‘Hair’. For that matter, I don’t know how many strands of hair are there...
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 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...
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...
Exultation – By T. Janakiraman
That was a local shuttle train which ran from Tiruchi to Mayavaram. Its life began every morning at 10:30 and ended at 3 in...
“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...
