Thanigaivelan

“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

“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

“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

“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