She, as usual, got out of her office at 5 0’clock. She opened the bag that slung from her shoulder and felt for the duplicate key, just to make sure. That key is meant to open door of another house, a door of anxiety and nervous dithering. Her heart fluttered passing through that gate. She climbed the steps of the porch and feigning calmness opened the door. The tension that she has been suffering melts and disappears as she passes through the door. She is alone in the house. She secures the latch of the door and looks up every room. Nobody! Though expected, that gave her immense solace. She went to the bedroom and removed her sari. After carefully folding it, she took out the night dress and went to the bath.

(Originally published in Grihalakshmi Weekly in Malayalam. A collection of stories with the same title won the Kathapeetham Award, 2006. Translated by the author.)

It was then that he noticed the girl on the rocks below - moving in a dance, the dainty steps. Her loin was covered from the waist with green leaves. Gracefully moving her full breasts and abundant thighs she was dancing. Suddenly he had the delusional awareness of his loneliness and his thoughts hovered around the insipid boredom of his cave. .......................................................
.It was precisely then that something strange happened. The music of the mountains came to an abrupt halt. In the void that followed, he saw her - motionless - looking at him with imploring eyes. His hands moved not. ..................
 He ran up to her.

(Published in the literary magazine "Sameeksha", and translated by Dr. S.P. Ramesh. This story is included in collection "Kumkumam Vithariya Vazhikal" or "Alleys Sprinkled with Vermillion".)

In the taxi, which took them to their flat, it was comfortable. But she was worried. She felt her abdomen with quivering hands, and instantly convulsive sobs filled her breast and choked her. She wanted to weep, lonely to her own heart's content. She wished if her husband started repenting. But there was no sign of remorse on his face. He was staring blankly through the windshield and she felt desolate.

(Originally published in Mathrubhumi Weekly, and included in the collection by the same name. Translation by the author. A telefilm was made based on this story and telecast in Dooradarshan.)

They were peering through the window, stretching out on toes. Two old women, sisters. How many days have passed in this waiting? The limbs are aching, and it looks like there is a film over the already weak eyes that refuse focusing. They were waiting there right from 2 noon to see her coming like a mix of colours, through the street that is laden with light and shade.
It was a daily sight pleasing to the eyes over the past few months. The figure that appears at the end of the street, like a spot mix of colours, turns out to be a sari clad girl. The elder sister asks her sister.
"Isn’t that she only, Ammukutti?"
The younger one takes one more look through the window and replies.
"It looks like her only, Sister. My eyes are worse than yours."

[The story Cockroaches has been made into a telefilm by K. Jyothish Kumar for Doordarsan, with Murali Menon and Remya in the leading role. Screenplay by Atmaraman and B. Suneetha.]