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Ra.Giridharan’s ‘There Are No Stories In This Land’
This is my translation of Tamil writer Ra.Giridharan’s இந்த நிலத்தில் கதைகள் எதுவும் கிடையாது. This story is a piece of speculative fiction that blends environmental science with a deeply human yearning for authenticity. It is a cautionary tale about a future where “perfect” technology might solve our resource problems, but at the cost of our connection…
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Su.Venugopal’s ‘What Could Be Said’
This is my translation of Tamil writer Su.Venugopal’s short story சொல்ல முடிந்தது. This story is an exploration of guilt, the complexity of mother-son relationships, and the long-term emotional toll of public shame. Many thanks to friends Sarathy Venkatraman and Shankar Pratap for reviewing my draft. Here’s my review of this short story. *** It was…
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Thoughts On Vijay Rengarajan’s ‘Inner Fear’ (உள்ளச்சம்)
உள்ளச்சம் tackles the terrain of queer visibility in contemporary urban India with nuance, exploring how even seemingly progressive spaces can harbor deep-seated expectations of invisibility. The central tension between Murali and Arjun, a gay couple, between their desire for authentic public existence and their community’s demand for discretionary silence captures a painful reality that many…
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On La.Sa.Ra’s Short Stories பாற்கடல், புற்று & பச்சைக்கனவு
பாற்கடல் gradually and delicately unveils the offerings of a supportive family through the intimate lens of a young wife’s letter to her husband. Set within a joint family, the narrative begins as the husband is compelled to depart on an official trip on the very eve of Deepavali, leaving his new wife sad and mad.…
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Thoughts On Vijay Rengarajan’s ‘Sight-Sound’ (ஒளிரொலி)
நடைமேடையில் சுருண்டு படுத்திருக்கும் நாயை, தன் தாடையால் சுட்டினான். “அது சிகப்ப பாக்காது, நம்மைப் போல இசைய கேக்காது. ஆனா நம்ம உலகத்துலதான் அதுவும் இருக்கு.” Is a dog’s life any poorer than a human life just because it can’t perceive what a ‘normal’ human can? Ed Yong’s work in An Immense World explores this question. Yong reminds us that there is…
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Su.Venugopal’s ‘What Could Be Said’ (சொல்ல முடிந்தது) – Short Story Review
Su. Venugopal’s சொல்ல முடிந்தது opens with a man on his deathbed and ends with a request for permission to mourn that death. Between these two moments lie thirty-five years of silence – and within that silence, a slow, unexamined moral failure. Raguram is forty-nine. He has worked at the same mill for decades, married, raised…
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Chandra Thangaraj’s ‘The Loneliness that Entered the Room’ (அறையில் புகுந்த தனிமை) – Short Story Review
In Chandra Thangaraj’s அறையில் புகுந்த தனிமை, the silence of a 2011 Chennai afternoon is not merely a mood; it is an active, predatory force. For the twenty-seven-year-old unnamed female protagonist, depression is portrayed not as a clinical list of symptoms, but as an urban claustrophobia so dense it renders the world in terrifying shades of…
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Thoughts on Chandra Thangaraj’s ‘Comet’ (வால்நட்சத்திரம்)
Chandra Thangaraj’s வால்நட்சத்திரம் stays with a woman reluctantly returning to her ancestral village after her father’s death. Haunted by childhood trauma – witnessing her beloved Latha akka’s suicide – and now tormented by mysterious voices and photographs showing things she never saw, she makes a second journey to confront whatever won’t let her rest. The…
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The Path of the Jains: Kundadri, Humbaj
This is a translation of the fourth chapter of Jeyamohan’s அருகர்களின் பாதை. I woke up this morning in Varanga. I cannot say the same for everyone else; many hadn’t slept at all. The marriage hall we stayed in was as open as the outdoors, with many open windows. Consequently, the cold was severe. I had predicted…
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Breaking Down Ajithan’s ‘George Bush & Nicknames’ (ஜார்ஜ்புஷ்ஷும் வட்டப்பேரும்)
In the opening paragraphs of Ajithan’s short story, we enter a seventh-grade classroom in small-town Tamil Nadu where no one uses their given name. வாத்து (duck), மண்டைஓடு (skull), ஆடு (goat), மீன்சட்டி (fish basket) are not playful additions to identity but parallel identities – sometimes carved into wooden desks like territorial markers. The narrator, called வாத்து…