Venkatachalam garu goes for a walk every evening. He’s gotten into this habit after his retirement as a matter of necessity. While he was working, his limitless duties, umpteen activities, and responsibilities that went beyond his means, left him with not a moment to breathe. Like a contestant in a running race, he ran without…… Continue reading CORRECTIONS ON THE LAST PAGE by Vedula Sakuntala
Month: October 2014
CASTE IS ACTING HUMAN by Tamirisa Janaki
“Gopi, come here,” Suseelamma shouted angrily. “What’s it, amma?” Gopi came into the kitchen. “Why’re you taking him into every room? Let him sit outside. Why’d you make friends with him, anyways? Walk around with arms around each other’s shoulders, what’s it with you?” “Amma, Ramu is my classmate.” “So what? You may not know…… Continue reading CASTE IS ACTING HUMAN by Tamirisa Janaki
A WARBLER by Addepally Vivekananda Devi
Our schools were closed for the summer. I couldn’t stay home and so went to visit my uncle in our village. He lived in a small village. There are several things that pulled me in that direction—our walk along the stream, lying down under the coconut trees in the moonlight, the beautiful aroma from the…… Continue reading A WARBLER by Addepally Vivekananda Devi
HER PERSONALITY By Tripuraneni Gopichand
“How did you know that she’d be arriving by this train?” I asked Sastri. It must be about six., the time for the train from Bombay to arrive. Sastri and I were on the platform chatting. “I got a telegram today,” replied Sastri. Telling me that she was a friend, Sastri brought me along to…… Continue reading HER PERSONALITY By Tripuraneni Gopichand
2. WOMEN WRITING IN ANDHRA PRADESH: SOCIAL CONDITIONS by Nidadavolu Malathi
(Part 1 Historical Perspective). 2. WOMEN WRITING IN ANDHRA PRADESH: SOCIAL CONDITIONS Emergence of female fiction writers in the 1960’s.¨¨¨ In my article on women writing through centuries, published in September 2002 issue, I attempted to trace some of the trends in regard to women’s education in upper classes. In this essay, I intend to…… Continue reading 2. WOMEN WRITING IN ANDHRA PRADESH: SOCIAL CONDITIONS by Nidadavolu Malathi
THREE POEMS by Seela Subhadra Devi
Word Flow. Since I came of age don’t remember mother help with writing, like a bird feeding its fledglings can’t recall who crammed mouthfills of nourishing crumbs. I only recollect my mother lament if I would ever learn my 3 r’s. Since then, have been pecking words. In that direction my certificates blackened with four…… Continue reading THREE POEMS by Seela Subhadra Devi
THE FRIEND AFTER MY HEART! by Sai Padma Murthy
You never know until you try What you really meant to me What I am to you What we can b e when we are together When you can break the silence Just say “I believe you” Which is more precious to me than love? I am lost without you In this world of calculations…… Continue reading THE FRIEND AFTER MY HEART! by Sai Padma Murthy
MY MUSE! by Dr. Nayani Krishna Kumari
Like the nectar Permeating the sprouting bud My poetry oozes love for my fellow humans No Thick-knit poetic display of heavy phraseology No fireworks It is– Not a glitter of gold Not a goblet of honey MY poetry carries no spite for the world But emits A sweet aroma of the champaka flower…… Continue reading MY MUSE! by Dr. Nayani Krishna Kumari
Turaga Janakirani – interview
Turaga Janakirani. Interview. October 6, 2002. Malathi: When did you start writing? Janakirani: I started writing in 1951. My first story was published in Krishna patrika. I was only 14 or 15 yet the theme and the experience were adult-oriented. Malathi: What was the subject? Janakirani: It was titled bhavishyattu [future], about man-woman relationship.…… Continue reading Turaga Janakirani – interview
WILTED LOTUS By M. Ramakoti
The western sky glowed bashfully with powdered kumkuma scattered around by the good old peddamma.[1] Bits of clouds were gliding away on the sky like new brides with henna-tinted feet. Darkness was engulfing the world. “Come on, girl! Let’s go to listen to Sastri’s discourse on puranas,” my mother called out for me. I came…… Continue reading WILTED LOTUS By M. Ramakoti