Thanigaivelan

“Siberia is more of a state of mind than a place to live. Ever heard of Hysteria Siberiana? Farmers would plow the field all alone in the tundra. If they turn towards the east, it is a horizon; to the west, it is a horizon; in every direction, there are snow-cladded plains and exploding trees. A perfect cuff-off location near the pole. Days and nights are the same. Sometimes the farmers would walk towards the pole just to find the sun, day and night, like a possessed devil with no food, water, or shelter, only to collapse in the cold and die without pain. This is Hysteria Siberiana.”
― - Oren Tamira aka Thanigaivelan, Whispers of a Amur Devil

“At -50 degrees and about 40 yards away, he took his first shot to bear the front leg with our traditional recurve bow to prevent it from charging Barbos. Watching it patiently, he delivered the second shot, which penetrated 5 inches into the chest cavity, killing the beast in 25 seconds. Awestruck, I stood still in shock. My father walked me to the bear and asked me to remove the arrows.”
― - Oren Tamira aka Thanigaivelan, Whispers of an Amur Devil

“Thevarmagan said, ‘All my in-laws are arriving. Why can't those Parayans play a bit faster !’. They replied,’ Ayya ! We have been playing for a long time and we are exhausted; we will play after the tea break ‘. Thevarmagan yelled, ‘Are you fools, drunk; bloody Pariahs! Don’t you respect my words?’ How dare you ask me a question?” He punched one of the Parayans' faces”
― - Oren Tamira, Counter-Strike: An Anthology of Dalit Short Stories

“This pandemic has inherited an habit in us of leaving behind a digital dust of who were are; what we are; how we are...to get snooped, pried and loathed upon.
Just locking up phones for privacy and opening up feeling and emotions is like watching a pole dance in public - Oren Tamira”
― - Oren Tamira, Counter-Strike: An Anthology of Dalit Short Stories