“The Plastic God-Box” – By Ambai

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  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...

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...

A Room of Her Own – By G. B. Chathurbhujan

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  Translated by Geetha Jayaram   “Why doesn’t he understand whichever way I try to tell him?” “Why doesn’t Raghav pay any heed to this one wish of...

Water Play – By Perumal Murugan

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      At first he was somewhat confused and hesitant when they invited him. “Me?” he whispered disbelievingly under his breath. But then desire and eagerness...

Kaanchanai – By Pudhumaippithan

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  Translated from Tamil * I just couldn’t sleep that night, for no apparent reason. My mind was neither troubled, nor was it overflowing with happiness...

Trespass – By Sundara Ramaswamy

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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 God and Kandasamy Pillai – By Pudhumaippithan

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  Translated by Ramesh Ramachandran   1 Melagaram M K Ramasamy Pillai’s only son, Melagaram M K R Kandasamy Pillai alias Chelleppa, was standing at a safe corner...

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...

Meals Plus Forty Rupees – By T. Janakiraman

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  "Money Order? For me?!" "Yes sir.. for you only!" "Uthrapathy, you are old enough to be astigmatic.. Take a good look again.. Do you want my...

Exultation – By T. Janakiraman

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    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...

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