Fruit with its flower – Vannadasan

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Translated by N. Banumathy    When I asked Dinakari ”shall we buy from this shop?” she was busy picking up the flowers of  a vaagai  tree...

A Block of Wood and the Sea – By S. Vaidheeswaran

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    Translated from the Tamil by M.S.Ramasamy   A block of wood close to the seashore. An old, hard-cored one. A toothless, lean, uneven face. If we...

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...

The Locker – By Azhagiyasingar

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  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...

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...

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,...

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...

Worship – By Indira Parthasarathy

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  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...

Two Minutes – By Ashokamitran

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  Translated by Padma Narayanan and Subashree Krishnaswamy   1. “A short story by a Spanish writer comes to mind. Can’t remember the author’s name, or the title....

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...

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