Lunch – By Ashokamitran

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    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...

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...

Fantasy – By Sarvakan

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Translated by Vasantha Surya When we reached the National Store, there were no customers at all. That was one convenient thing about Natesan’s shop. There was...

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...

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...

The Stamp Album – By Sundara Ramaswamy

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  Translated by Ashokamitran ( A story for children)   Rajappa sensed a sudden drop in his popularity. For the past three days everyone had been crowding around...

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...

Water Play – By Perumal Murugan

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      At first he was somewhat confused and hesitant when they invited him. “Me?” he whispered disbelievingly under his breath. But then desire and eagerness...

Waves – By Sundara Ramaswamy

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  Translated by Rajaram Brammarajan   My acquaintance expected that I would be arrested that night. The attraction he had towards me — it is only my...

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...

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