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K S Subramaniam K. S. Subramanian Outside the hospital in the sprawling island city quite a few families looked either crest-fallen or ...

K S Subramaniam K. S. Subramanian From my experience I have found that the main aim of a short story must be to connect with the reade...

K S Subramaniam K. S. Subramanian Those two fair, slit eyed lads in their early twenties mustered enough impudence to check the lock o...

K S Subramaniam K. S. Subramanian It never ceases to amaze me that my frequent eatery, cozy and air-conditioned on one of the arterial...

K S Subramaniam K. S. Subramanian                                                                               It was a sultry torch...

Subramanian K.S. Retired journalist and author Footsteps heard on a dark, country lane. It was 10.30 pm and the sky looked a bizarre...

K.S.Subramanian, India has published two volumes of poetry titled Ragpickers and Treading on Gnarled Sand through the Writers Workshop, Ko...

K S Subramaniam K. S. Subramanian 1. APJ Abdul Kalam Death is always an unexpected visitor at the threshold; the last breath is t...

K S Subramaniam K. S. Subramanian Kurukshetra, the holy city humming with the deep voices of immortal lore, is ensconced in its own m...