Kamalabala sat on the boulder between the two houses and kept staring at the row of the marigolds. She was peeking through the rows with her keen eyes. The baby moon threw in a kindly smile peeking from behind the…
Alugolu[1] bus is running along the Nellimarla[2] river to Ramatheerdhalu[3]. Ramatheerthalu Hill is visible far away- like a finely polished, single stone. A little away, a man is waving his hand to stop the bus. A woman was beside him…
by Nidadavolu Malathi As soon as the word was out that I was transferred to Mutyalapalli High School, all my friends and well-wishers in town were shocked. Their concerns sounded more like a stream of condolences. The village administrator said,…
I was listening Tyagaraya lyric and cutting string beans for the curry for the next day. My husband was busy writing something in the living room. On our street there is no end to the hollering of the beggars as…
“The shameless bitch. Has become unruly. Who knows whose house she is going to ruin next. Whose throat she’ll go for now,” Appalamma was reciting her monologue aloud, working on the dirty dishes vigorously. Radha was chopping onions in the…
Recently, there was a question why Telugu stories in translation have not captured the attention of global audience. Here are some of my thoughts. Readers are welcome to comment. Two days back I posted a request on Facebook, asking to…
By Kalipatnam Rama Rao. The dispute, which has been brewing for the past three years, became intense in the past three days, and now, came to a head, finally. The thought that this mania must end is on everybody’s mind;…
The modern short story in Telugu dates back to1910, when Gurazada AppaRao published his piece, Diddubaatu (Reform) in a journal called ‘Andhra Bharathi’. Social reform was in the air and Gurazada Appa Rao and Kandukuri Veeresalingam were pioneers in social…