Abstract: This paper attempts at analysing the stylistic methods that Rajalakshmi carefully incorporated into her writing. Rajalakshmi’s repertoire is indeed limited. But within her limited scope, she has succeeded in depicting life as it was lived, mostly by middle…
The following is a record of Rajalakshmi’s life, culled from the memories of a friend with whom Rajalakshmi shared accommodation both during their student days at the BHU and later during their teaching career at the NSS College for Women,…
Abstract: Rajalakshmi was the quintessentially reticent author, who guarded her silences with the same vigour that she filtered her expressions. Even after more than forty years of her death she still remains an enigma to a large number of the…
Abstract: Although at first glimpse, Rajalakshmi may seem to have well and truly painted herself into a corner with her choice of old, tried-and-tested narrative techniques, in fact, her stories, wittingly or otherwise, exploit the potential of narrative silence. This…
Abstract: The paper is an attempt at appreciating the literary works of Rajalakshmi without the sole attribution of her personal life to them. Extracts from various works of hers showcasing all the recurrent themes, the dramatic narrative technique and the…
Abstract: The following article analyses the different methods taken up by famous Malayalam women short story writers. In their attempt to accentuate their social standing within a male-centred and male-dictated society, they resort to short story writing. These short stories…
I have never seen him. I’m not going to either. He was my brother’s friend. All I know of him is from what I have been told by Rajettan. Early teens are an age when girls hero-worship their elder brothers.…
She had expected the manager to be alone in his room. Flanking the table and facing each other, sat two other men. ‘Take your seat, please.’ She sat facing the manager. ‘I had meant to come as soon as I…
‘Someone wants to meet you, Sir. He’s been waiting for sometime now, ‘ Raman Nair said, while sorting out the day’s mail and placing it before me. ‘Tell him I can’t.’ ‘I did. I told him he ought to have…
All that I had striven to build through the years lay shattered around me. My pride would not let me bend and pick up the bits and pieces. Pride-what a meaningless word! My sandcastle, which I myself fashioned and set…
‘Ramsaran, who is that girl?’ ‘She must be the priest’s daughter. He lives nearby.’ ‘Bhargavacharya’s?’ ‘Yes, my Lord.’ ‘Surprising! A rose on a blade of darbha grass.’ ‘I have heard that the maiden’s mother was extremely beautiful.’ ‘Is she no…
1 Sarada hugged the bag a little closer. Two currency notes must be laughing away to themselves among assorted papers and all in it. Blue, brand-new ones! This was the first time she ever made such a tidy sum at…
