సాయంత్రపు నీరెండ చెట్ల మధ్యలో నుండి వెచ్చగా స్పృశిస్తూ ఉంది. పడమటి పిల్ల గాలి నేను సైతం అంటూ అంటీ అంటనట్టు ఆ ఎండ కి సవాలు విసురుతూ…
It was a quiet day in the 1970’s. There weren’t any thunderstorms and there certainly was no big bright heavenly star hanging from the sky when I came into this world on a completely unremarkable day in Nellore, India. It happened that night! And it could have happened…
C’est La Vie — One of the most prominent French phrases ever, it found a way to firmly etch itself in my mind. What a beautiful and succinct expression it is! It an appraisal of your life; a commentary on the current state of mind; an acceptable answer to a myriad of questions…
Ponniyin Selvan is a magnum opus written by Sri Krishnamoorthy in the late fifties…
Note: Targeted readers — Non-native speakers of English. Some of the suggestions specifically are for…
To say nothing of the boat (and of course the dog!)
ఎదురుగా మృదు మృదు గానాలాలపిస్తూ బాపు బొమ్మ జడ లా మెలికలు తిరుగుతున్న నిర్మలమైన సెలయేరు. త్సునామీలతో విలయతాండవం చేసే సంద్రం…
రాజకీయపరంగా మనం ఏ గట్టునున్నా కానీ, డెబ్భయ్యవ దశాబ్దం లేదా అంతకు ముందు పుట్టిన తెలుగు…
“That’s pretty much it Mr. Nekkanti” He handed me the receipt. I nodded. “You will get your goods in a month. We will keep in touch.”
The truck rolled away. I turned around to face an almost empty house. It had been my home. Now it was just a set of rooms — an empty…
“There is a flood alert you know! Looks like the road ahead is under water now. You still want to go that way?” Geeta asked Ishaan. Ishaan started his motorcycle. “We’d be home before you knew it.” She put the helmet on and made herself comfortable on the pillion seat. “My dad will kill me if…