I was on the terrace watching the clouds which were roaming freely westward–jet black clouds like big black boulders, like water buffalos trying to hide the sunset. The Sun like a mischievous child was spreading his rays from behind the…
Balaiah brought in the day’s mail, stamped the date on each piece, put them in the tray, and left. Kamala, a Telugu lecturer, from a local college, was in the chair, across from me. She came to borrow some books,…
A prominent bi-weekly magazine Telugu Swatantra magazine, run by Khasa Subba Rao in the nineteen fifties and sixties and later by Gora Sastry and Sridevi until its closure, used to welcome new writers amicably. Magazines in those days used to…
Durga just started being aware of the world, and started entertaining new hopes. She was hoping she also could wear a printed frock like Padma, tie her braids with red satin ribbons, buy beautiful dolls and tease the other girls…
(Narrator, talking to himself:) Suseela is writing stories. Let her write, what do I care? But then again, should I tell myself so and keep quiet? Her stories are getting published too, you know. Just yesterday, she started writing and…
I am losing my mind. My parents and the neighbors are more anxious about my marriage than I am. I keep telling them that I am not yet ready to marry. I am not saying it is wrong for them…
