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...

Eldorado – By Sujatha

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  Translated by Ramesh Ramachandran   Sister-in-law, who opened the door struggled to recognise him. When she did, she was shocked. She stammered, swallowed spittle and asked,...

Borrow One! – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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  Translated by Nakul Vāc I was of the age when I believed that a car would go all on its own if I kept touching...

Wound – By Ayyanar Edadi

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    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...

Lunch – By Ashokamitran

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    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...

The Double Decker Express – By Azhagiyasingar

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  Translated by Aswini Kumar   Last Thursday, I travelled to Bengaluru by the Double Decker Express train. Since I was late in making my travel booking,...

The Cart Track – By Ayyanar Edadi

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    Translated from the Tamil by Padma Amarnaath   The sun began to rise. It slowly ripened, warming the east with its heat. Velu and Chellaiah worked...

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...

Two Minutes – By Ashokamitran

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  Translated by Padma Narayanan and Subashree Krishnaswamy   1. “A short story by a Spanish writer comes to mind. Can’t remember the author’s name, or the title....

“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...

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