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...

The Dying – By Vaiyavan

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  Translated by E. Annamalai and H. Schiffman   Boothalingam's bristly beard brushed lightly against his bony chest and tickled him. He sat up and closed his...

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...

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...

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 Loss of Identity – By Mouni

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  Translated by Dr. Albert Franklin   He awoke suddenly, wide awake in the night, cleanly awake, as if something had startled him. Trailing across the edges...

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...

Chellammal – By Pudhumaippithan

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  Translated  by V. Ramanan   Chellammal had just breathed her last. The pulse waned to a stop and she was reduced to 'a body’, in front...

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...

Mother Earth – By Appadurai Muttulingam

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    Translated by Padma Narayanan   My father was a strict man. As a boy, I walked and talked quietly whenever he was around and quelled any...

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