Dalit Literature


Annihilation of Caste
Baluta
Coming Out as Dalit: A Memoir
Karukku
The Adivasi Will Not Dance
जेव्हा मी जात चोरली होती
Ants Among Elephants: An Untouchable Family and the Making of Modern India
The Untouchables: Who were They and Why They became Untouchables?
Riddles in Hinduism
Untouchable Spring
The Doctor and the Saint: The Ambedkar - Gandhi Debate
Poisoned Bread : Translations From Modern Marathi Dalit Literature
Motherwit
Father May Be an Elephant and Mother Only a Small Basket, But...
Hatred in the Belly: Politics Behind the Appropriation of Dr. Ambedkar's Writings
Manikam’s wife’s voice was very sweet; she sang at every funeral ceremony. Tea, betel leaves and areca nuts would be her wage for singing at funerals. She used to sing for all Chieftains, Landlords, Village minors, bigwigs and now for Kalluchaye ; God ! How did she know all these funeral elegies!
Oren Tamira, counter-strike: An anthology of dalit short stories

Ten years ago, Chinna would surprise everyone, while he played the Thappu… he would dance Wearing anklets, to the beat of Kulunthiraan’s song*. With such mastery he would play for marriages, ear boring festivals and death. He used to train the Pariah boys in his street. But these days he could not play to that extent.
Oren Tamira, counter-strike: An anthology of dalit short stories

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