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...

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