
Krishna sat in the kitchen, chatting with mother with his sister in his lap. Father called him and asked him to run to the shop and buy cigarettes. Krishna remained indoors most of the time, these days. He was reluctant…
The poultry in front of Paidamma’s hut is twittering kuckoroo ko noisily. Paidamma is shooting away a volley of insults without mentioning anyone in particular. The darybreak sets off along with her holler. Bright sunrays are dispersing with sleazy giggles…
There was no reason for me to recall a fifty year-old story if it were not for the pellichuupulu[1]. we had scheduled for my granddaughter, Silpa. The groom, his father and mother came to our house on the said day.…
by Nidadavolu Malathi. Dog wonderedWhy are there so many poems About dogs Pink chalk wondered Why there are none About him Here, pink chalk, a poem about a dog. –Anonymous. I saw this poem on the sidewalk during my evening…