What is the secret of great friendship? What prompts one to become so fond of another is a question I could never find answer for, could never understand. *** I saunter along the river, a tributary of the river Trinity, which runs by my apartment complex. I watch the tiny ripples weaving through the wind,…… Continue reading Friends Forever! By Nidadavolu Malathi
Month: November 2013
My Little Friend by Nidadavolu Malathi
Neela sat down with her laptop to surf the net for Telugu stories and poems. Her father had given it to her as she had started Computer Science classes in college the previous year. Her mother never liked it though. Up until that time, Neela and her mother had been friends, always talking, laughing, bickering…… Continue reading My Little Friend by Nidadavolu Malathi
Average Moon by Chaganti Sankar
Some people can memorize the multiplication tables effortlessly. It’s as if the wind has unraveled the web in one’s mind and laid it out neatly. As a child, I never got the math right; it used to scare me like the devil himself. Algebra was puzzling and even the simple math problems were sordid. Life…… Continue reading Average Moon by Chaganti Sankar
The Native Element in Telugu stories By Nidadavolu Malathi.
We read stories—Russian, Chinese, Japanese, African—and learn about their culture. Some stories tell us we are not different. Their customs, habits, perceptions, social consciousness, family values and ethics appear to be so close to ours. They cry in the same way as we do, and be happy the same way as we, and aspire for…… Continue reading The Native Element in Telugu stories By Nidadavolu Malathi.
The Soul Wills It by Viswanatha Satyanarayana.
There was an island on the ocean in a far-flung corner. It was located in a remote area. A few people from an advanced country set out on their ships to find it. Even after an intensive search, they could not find it. Actually, it took several thousands of years for them even to realize…… Continue reading The Soul Wills It by Viswanatha Satyanarayana.
The Middle Class Complex by Mullapudi Venkataramana
Raamakumaree mee illa undaa? Ratnakumaaree mee illa undaa? Peruperulatalli mee illa undaa? Peddappa dorasaani mee iLLa unddaa? Iis Ratnakumaree in your home? My princess of many titles is she in your home? The big father’s princess is she in your home?] Narasamma was singing as she went around peeking through the neighbors’ doors. The women…… Continue reading The Middle Class Complex by Mullapudi Venkataramana
Railway Signal Post by M. V. Ramana Reddy.
Murthy was shocked as he recollected the old story of the fish that did not dry up in the sun[1]. He noticed a bizarre similarity between the reasons –the one behind the fish not drying up and the way the modern day political system is operating. Just like the little fish that could have dried…… Continue reading Railway Signal Post by M. V. Ramana Reddy.
Partially opened door by Papineni Sivasankar
It was a moment when the two bodies rose and soared in the vast expanse of the skies, soaked in the waterfalls and experienced the ultimate bliss totally unaware of the rest of the world; it was a moment the two bodies should have resonated in unison; in that moment it struck a note of…… Continue reading Partially opened door by Papineni Sivasankar
Headmaster by Palagummi Padmaraju
“Headmaster expired”. Captain Rao read the telegram. He stood still for a while, preoccupied. His wife looked at him with knitted eyebrows. She bent forward to read the telegram in his hand. “Who is this headmaster?” “Our headmaster.” She shrugged, left his kerchief and purse on the table, and left the room. Rao stood…… Continue reading Headmaster by Palagummi Padmaraju
The Small Wheel
By Nidadavolu Malathi. “The deeyivoo (District Educational Officer) saar is coming.” The school peon Venkanna usually arrives at the headmaster’s house at six in the morning. That day he woke up at midnight and started getting ready because the “deeyivoo saar” is coming. The “deeyivoo saar” is the District Educational Officer at regional level who…… Continue reading The Small Wheel