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...
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...
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 Plastic God-Box” – By Ambai
Translated by Vasantha Surya
`Krishna, raa…’
Ladling out some rice-and-ghee on the window sill and tap-tapping it once with the back of the ladle, Amma called...
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...
Mother – by N. Pichamurthi
Translated by E. Annamalai & H. Schiffman
I was traveling on a train. My attention, which was focussed on looking out of the open window...
Truth and Lies – By Imayam
Translated by Lakshmi Holmstrom
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Raghavan climbed into the compartment, carrying his suitcase. He glanced briefly—just once—at the ticket he held in his left hand. Then...
The Exit – By Pudhumaipithan
Translated by E. Annamalai and H. Schiffman
That night Alamu couldn't get to sleep. Her thoughts all came crowding into her brain; an unutterable anguish...
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...
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...
