A Crow’s Story – By S. Vaidheeswaran

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  Translated by Lakshmi Venkatraman It was drizzling. I was standing on the terrace. Suddenly a crow hit me on the head and flew away. The...

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,...

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...

The Lifting of the Curse – By Pudhumaippithan

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  Translated by Ka.Naa.Subramanyam 1 The stone statue of the woman stood by the wayside. It is the statue of a grown-up  woman, her flesh distilled into stone...

Chair – By Ki. Rajanarayanan

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  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 Hairy Tale – By Gopikrishnan

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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...

Mannaasai (Greed for Land) – By Na.Pichamurthy

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  Yes, this is my house. The empty site in front belongs to me. The enclosed square, contiguous with the site is also part of...

Fermented Pancake, Aranygaluska ! – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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  Translated by V. Ramanan It all happened like this. A Jewish woman had called us for dinner. You may ask me, what was unusual about...

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...

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...

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