Two Pawns Lost by Poosapati Krishnamraju

It was past four in the afternoon, yet the late-April Sun was quite hot. Grandfather and Sitapati were at the chess table on the main verandah. The game was extremely tight. All of us gathered around too, each calling out some clever move or other. Just then, Subhadram and Sankaram arrived on bicycles. Mr. Narasaraju…… Continue reading Two Pawns Lost by Poosapati Krishnamraju

Chicken burglars by Poosapati Krishnamraju

The poultry in front of Paidamma‚Äôs 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 from behind the yellow ganneru bushes by the hedge of the mansion of Sri Raja…… Continue reading Chicken burglars by Poosapati Krishnamraju