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...
The Cart Track – By Ayyanar Edadi
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...
A Room of Her Own – By G. B. Chathurbhujan
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...
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...
Nigaamaa’s Tears – By M.G. Suresh
Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan
Any novel can be briefly written in just two pages – (including Tolstoy’s War and Peace) – This is the philosophy...
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 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...
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...
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...
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...
