15 article(s) translated from Tamil

Ayya’s Bicycle

On the previous day, I had gone to Krishna Theatre for the second showing. As a result, I couldn’t wake up early enough on the next morning. I could only get to Nadavarasu Ayya’s house fifteen…...

Two Minutes

1 “A short story by a Spanish writer comes to mind. Can’t remember the author’s name, or the title. It’s just that the story refuses to leave my mind… A Spanish playwright…...

The Mother and the Goddess of Night

She has walked and walked for nine long days. All of nine days and nine long nights have passed by. Weary of wandering as she is, the mad woman mutters brokenly, "Have you seen my daughter? have you seen…...

A Mansion with Many Rooms

With a single stab, the knife entered deep into my stomach and the blood spurted out at once. I have no idea how many more stabs followed. With each stab, only wordless questions arose in my head. …...

A Mousy, Measly Tale

“What a loveless world,” said the mouse. “You think so?” God smiled back in mock surprise. The sea breeze had just set in, marking the beginnings of a pleasant evening. At the wellhead,…...

What Did Sriraman Say?

I saw the Lord, Sriraman, for the first time in an ancient alley in Choolaimedu, playing kittipul with other small boys: no naamam on his forehead. Yet another time on a footpath in Bombay, he was hawking…...

Truth and Lies

1 Raghavan climbed into the compartment, carrying his suitcase. He glanced briefly—just once—at the ticket he held in his left hand. Then he walked up to the seat reserved for him. He placed…...

Horoscopes

Ayya had great expectations of us. As soon as his children were born, he had their horoscopes cast by a famous astrologer of our village. We were seven siblings. Horoscopes were written for each of us…...

Highway

Along the highways of a refugee’s life snapshots of childhood memories hang: hedges overspread with field bean thick with honeybees, a courtyard filled with goat droppings, the shade of a portia-tree,…...

Revolution Nathan

By rights, the lights should have dimmed as Hemakka spoke. Ilayaraja and his band should have been standing some distance away, playing softly “My Sweet Golden Moon.” Instead, she sat on the…...

Trespass

It struck me later on that, just for a second, I had been off my guard. I lifted my hand in order to scratch the back of my neck. It was only when I brought it back to the armrest that I realized what…...

Three Dreams

The first dream… An island surrounded by a green, green sea. Everywhere, trees yielding heavenly fruit. Golden-yellow sand drifts. Fishermen at rest. The second dream… Pale blue fields. Pomegranates,…...

Fear

The little one laughs innocently, without blinking at the raised hand. Then one day she feels the pain caused by the same raised hand and her eyes tremble. Fear depends on the mind; the mind depends on…...

Ploughing the Fields of Snow

Morning comes with a denuded wind empty of cock-crow and summons of temple bells. Sleep dissolves into the alarm clock’s rebuke yet eyelids droop over eyes refusing to open hands outstretch to meet…...

She

The single kiss That made the worlds freeze With bated breath, tasting of a tear’s salt Is all hers.   Love sowed its blue stars On our private night Covered by a phallic sky. The blood-river…...