Tag: Short Stories
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Episode 16: Writing, Translating, Publishing: In Conversation with Purnima Tammireddy
Purnima Tammireddy is a writer, translator, publisher, and full-time software engineer. For nearly two decades, she has contributed to Telugu literature through short stories, book reviews, and articles on technology, as well as by translating fiction and non-fiction from Hindustani, English, and Kannada into Telugu. She recently translated Volga’s ‘On the Banks of the Pampa’ from…
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Jealousy by Chalam (Translated from Telugu)
I and Chalapathy Rao are good friends. While we were studying B.A, one evening Chalapathy Rao suddenly turned deeply sympathetic to the hardships of widows and grew fondness towards them. He firmly resolved to marry no one but a widow. When his maternal uncle had come to offer his daughter’s hand in marriage, he rebuked,…
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Archives: A Pair of Sandals by C. Rajagopalachari
Maniyanur is one of our famine relief villages. The Harijan part of it consists entirely of half-starved cobblers. Maniyanur is the weekly market place for all the villagers a good distance around, and so the authorities have, as is their rule, fixed up an arrack shop and a big toddy tavern there. Both of them…
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Archives: The Story of the Chilhra and the Sambhar
A Folktale The Korwas (a tribal ethnic group) are very fond of hunting and before going out to hunt they relate the story of Chilhra which runs as follows: Once upon a time seven brothers went out for hunting. The name of the youngest was Chilhra. A deer came that way, and Chilhra shot an…
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Translation: Father, Tiger is here! (From Pedda Bala Shiksha by Gajula Satyanarayana)
In a small village called Munipally, there lived a rich farmer named Somaiya. He owned a farmland and a flock of sheep. One day, he took his sheep, along with his son Ranganna and other laborers to his farm. He asked his son to look after sheep while they were grazing. Ranganna agreed. “Sometimes, a…
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Translation: EYES (KALLU BY VOLGA)
My mom tells me that my eyes are beautiful. She applies kajol to my eyes. ‘Black kajol on your soft cheeks, black kajol on your white eyes- how lively is your eyes’ exclaims my sister-in-law. True, my eyes are big- but for what use? My sister-in-law’s son Ramu has eyes that look like tamarind leaves.…
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