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,…
Category: Telugu Stories in English
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…
Virtual Reality by Dr. Sivasankar, Papineni
“Supriya” “Hmmm.” “Not able to sleep?” “Yes. The thunder, lightning are not letting me sleep. I feel my entire heart being cloudy, Manisha.” “I too feel too restless to sleep. We are roommates but hardly ever speak to each other.…
POET’S WIFE by Nayani Krishna Kumari.
There are only two characters in this story—the Poet who just returned home and the wife busy with chores at home. Between these two characters, there is the pen which is busy chiseling the letters, passing comments off and on,…
Men’s Special by Madhurantakam Rajaram
The beauty and enjoyment in life comes mainly from unpredictable and unforeseen events, I guess. For instance, I never thought I would meet Narahari after nearly a decade. On my way back home from a wedding in a distant…
Shattered by Singaraju Lingamurthy
As soon as Ahmed saw the office order informing him that he was assigned to Mysore office, he screamed “oh, Allah!”, crashed on the chair and tipped his head to the side. All of us, the entire staff gathered around…
ONE STEP UP Tangirala Meera Subrahmanyam
Beads of sweat were slithering down her forehead. Penchalamma’s hands were not free to wipe them. The red kumkuma dot on her forehead, the size of a rupee coin, got mixed with the sweat and splashed all over her face.…
Too Small for the Big Picture by Malathi Nidadavolu.
My name is Malathi, nicknamed Smallathi, always in the front row in group pictures. Back home I was considered average height. Here in the States, just cute. I sit in my living room watching the snowflakes as they whirl and…
Moist eyes by Vedula Sakuntala
The day was waning like an aged body; the twilight was blushing like a new bride on her way to join her husband. The sun was setting on the western horizon. Looked like a father exhausted after a finishing a…