Like the kindi,absently left in the portico,was stolen during night,a hill on the paddy fieldsdisappeared before dawn. Where all they searched,the rain and the sun! On the flank of a hillthat survives yetis my home.Now all hillsgo for roadworks,patting to sleepthe wailing homes. Panthalam hill, Poothra hillPuliyaara hill, Para hillCholaContinue Reading
(Poem Translation by VP Manoharan – Original Poet : PP Ramachandran) In one misty dawna train,slipping off its track due to wrong signalcame and stoppedin a village alley leading to fields.Dogs began to bark,as brakes engaged,at the strange, sudden roarof giant iron wheels.Cats, ever alert,stringed and stretchedtheir hairy bows.Cuddling underContinue Reading
ഇ സന്തോഷ് കുമാറിന്റെ ‘തപോമയിയുടെ അച്ഛൻ ‘ എന്ന നോവലിനെക്കുറിച്ച് നോവലിസ്റ്റ് മലയാളനാടിന് വേണ്ടി മുരളി മീങ്ങോത്തുമായി സംസാരിക്കുന്നു.Continue Reading
The night it happened, the air had the temperament of overwelmed tea – heavy. Her companion, once the human embodiment of chamomile, crossed lines she hadn’t thought to draw, because some betrayals are too absurd to anticipate. His touch became more of a hostile acquisition. A corporate takeover of herContinue Reading
Meera walked into the village, her shawl fluttering like a loose kite. She carried no money. The rain tapped softly on the leaves, and her feet sank into the wet mud of the paddy fields. She was thirty-two, maybe thirty-three, her face lined with stories. The villagers watched her, curiousContinue Reading
കാഫ്ക – നാലു ചെറിയ കഥകൾ
ഗന്ധം
ചാരം ചുമക്കുന്നവർ
ഇരുതലമൂരി
രണ്ട് കൊച്ചു കഥകൾ
ജന്മ ദിനം
