Horoscopes – By Appadurai Muttulingam
Translated by Padma Narayanan
Ayya had great expectations of us. As soon as his children were born, he had their horoscopes cast by a famous...
Window – By Sundara Ramaswamy
I lay on a cot by the side of a window.
Months ago, I crawled into it one evening and hadn’t got out of it...
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...
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...
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...
Waves – By Sundara Ramaswamy
Translated by Rajaram Brammarajan
My acquaintance expected that I would be arrested that night. The attraction he had towards me — it is only my...
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...
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...
Fruit with its flower – Vannadasan
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...
