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...
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...
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...
The Double Decker Express – By Azhagiyasingar
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 Locker – By Azhagiyasingar
Translated by Aswini Kumar
I must confess to a slight irritation when Mrs. Chari called me up that Saturday. The bank was supposed to close...
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...
Kaanchanai – By Pudhumaippithan
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...
Worship – By Indira Parthasarathy
Translated by Ka.Naa.Subramanyam
Vaduga Naicken was surprised that a beggar who made his living by going the rounds of the town begging fistfuls of rice...
Perfume – By Ashokamitran
“You want me dead!” he shouted at his wife.
“Eat something and go. Your lunchbox is ready,” his wife said. But he was already halfway...
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...
