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

“How is it possible? Beating one's breast, weeping all day at the funeral; we will not have enough energy to work in the field at night ayya?” said Maruthamaval. “That’s right! After a day’s work isn’t it hard for you people to go to a movie theatre at night! Whom are you trying to cheat?”
― 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

“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