Mark Anton - The Triumphant Return

Chong sat back in the chair, his face buried in the newspaper. It wasn’t that there was anything in it that particularly absorbed his attention. He did it idly. He just wanted a respite from the view in front of him.
Shusan sat opposite him. She had finished her thosai. She sat staring at the empty banana leaf on the table in front of her. The place was noisy, with crowds of people having their thosais and rotis canais while in animated conversation. Shusan looked...

He looked at the people sitting around the table.
“Ada soalan lain ?”
There was some fidgeting and some murmurings. He knew there were many questions in their minds. It was several months since he had met them. But somehow they all seemed to sense the urgency running through his mind. An urgency to get this over with....

Karuppan squatted by the roadside. He chewed the tobacco and gazed into the middle distance. The soft breeze ruffled his flowing hair. He was oblivious to the cars whizzing by, the occupants comfortably ensconced in their air-conditioned cocoons, some...

Once upon a time, there was a country, where lived a little girl. She was alone. No one else. She decided that this was not good. But she decided to make herself the Queen of the whole country. She worked a teacher  in a regional university. She was...