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...
Perfume – By Ashokamitran
“You want me dead!” he shouted at his wife.
“Eat something and go. Your lunchbox is ready,” his wife said. But he was already halfway...
“Dostoyevsky’s Face” – By Jeyamohan
Translated by Nakul Vāc
No one had expected Pa Kavundar1 to fall that soon! There were very few in our village that did not expect or wish...
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...
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...
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...
Trespass – By Sundara Ramaswamy
Photo by : Cameron Ballard
Translated by Lakshmi Holmström
It struck me later on that, just for a second, I had been off my guard. I lifted...
Nigaamaa’s Tears – By M.G. Suresh
Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan
Any novel can be briefly written in just two pages – (including Tolstoy’s War and Peace) – This is the philosophy...
A Hairy Tale – By Gopikrishnan
Translated by Latha Ramakrishnan
I don’t know what you think of ‘Hair’. For that matter, I don’t know how many strands of hair are there...
