Borrow One! – By Appadurai Muttulingam
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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...
