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Tamil Life
The doorbells
don’t work but no one goes away. These one-and-a-half years with no latch on the bathroom door have endangered no one’s privacy. The broken leg of this chair will not insult a guest, only slightly imbalance him. I have been travelling in this god-protected city in a vehicle without brakes for a week. That pain at the base of the stomach, somewhere to the left, comes often these days. If I sleep at a particular angle for a while I can manage. There is a lot to be set right everywhere. Even so, uncomplicated is Tamil life. |
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© 2001, Manushya Puthiran From: Neeralanathu Publisher: Kalachuvadu Pathippagam, Nagercoil, 2001 |
© Translation: 2004, C.S. Lakshmi and Arundhathi Subramaniam From: The Unhurried City: Writings on Chennai Edited by C.S. Lakshmi Publisher: Penguin Books India, New Delhi, 2004 |