(Translated by B. Indira) Cinnodu stood with the empty bucket after pouring the cane extract into the container. Jagganna sat close to the fire, which had been cooking the sugarcane extract, to warm himself. His eyelids were dropping under heavy…
Category: Stories
Andallu and the Onions by I. V. S. Atchyutavalli
Andallu stood before the mirror, tucked a huge bunch of roses in her long braid, and finished the braid with the gold bells tying tightly at the end. Rolling her big beautiful eyes all over the image in the mirror,…
All this, Just For You! by Nidadavolu Malathi
Snowstorm is blasting away! Trees and cars on the street are barely visible. Dharani is sitting by the window and watching the blast. “Thank goodness it is Sunday,” she told herself for the fourth time. Or else, it would have…
LIFE AS A RITUAL By Nidadavolu Malathi
Sitapati took his wife Sita to the restaurant on their sixteenth anniversary per local custom. Sita is watching the people around. There are about 2 or 3 at each table- a young couple, an old man and his wife, a…
SHORTCHANGING FEMINISM by Nidadavolu Malathi
“You held me tight in your strong arms.” Sita was sitting in the living room holding the 8-page letter Gayatri wrote to Sita’s husband Sitapati. The letter left a bad taste in her mouth. Her face turned pale. Sitapati has…
Bommireddipalli Surya Rao. A Creator.
Gangayya woke up early in the morning, took bath, put on ash patches on his body, the kumkum dot on his forehead, picked the machete and stepped outside into the street. He was facing the only problem—must earn the day’s…
Revisiting childhood by Kandukuri Venkata Mahalakshmi
Katyayini start wondering. To be frank, why is she going there now? Did her cousin and his wife really invite her because of their affection for her, because they wanted her to attend the wedding? Her cousin mailed the invitation…
BEYOND BELIEF by Polapragada Rajyalakshmi
She was new to the town to start with. On top of it, the houses were so far apart with huge open spaces in between as if they were flung around on purpose. The place was strewn with big bushes,…
Uhaagaanam-9 by Tenneti Hemalata
udvaahe niyatih nayatyati balaa venaam samaam prakphalaih An ancient astrologer, Varahamihara, believed that the fate would make a man tie the three knots around the bride’s neck only at the appropriate moment. We often hear people say, “He survived because…
Life Imitates Art by C. Vedavati
I am not sure whether this is a story or not. Nor do I know if this should be started only in this manner. They say that the stories should come from people’s lives and those stories are only the…