Welcome to my Musings over a cup of tea

Thank you for stopping by. This blog is everything from Mundane to the Serious and all things in between. Though fiction is my forte (I am leaning towards bite-sized micro-fiction of late), I do dabble in poetry, though I call myself a reluctant poet. I love to share my thoughts on life, philosophy, the English language, and last but not least, give some unsolicited advice. The last comes rather too easily, having been a teacher and a parent and all that, I want to tell my wards and children, I write!

-Chandrika R Krishnan

About Me

I am a Bengaluru-based writer and educationist and like all things beginning with a ‘T’ – talking, teaching, tales and tea. I consider myself a late bloomer ..so late that even to date I can say I am only partially unfurled. My articles are mostly on what I want to tell my adult children but don’t dare! On a serious note, I like learning and I do most of them through observation. I also feel that we all are better equipped to handle other people’s problems than our own so I am able to write about varied happenings around me.

I also volunteer at a local hospital and also at a Seva centre that feeds the poor. I take storytelling sessions for underprivileged and try to help them with academics.

recent posts

Tuner- a movie review

Tuner- a movie review

I watched Tuner, a delightful crime thriller. I think it is available on Prime though mine was an inflight experience. Niki White, played by Leo Woodall, has a rare hearing disorder called Hyperacusis. He is hypersensitive to everyday noises and has to wear ear muffs...

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An Ode to Busyness & Responsibility

An Ode to Busyness & Responsibility

My dad, an inveterate tea drinker, made my mother climb the wall with his constant clamors for many a cup during the day and something to go with the afternoon cuppa. Grumbling that she too was growing old, she nevertheless made him ‘the last cup for the day’ and...

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The Tale of the Two Apple Carts

The Tale of the Two Apple Carts

Fairy tales often begin with: Once upon a time, and end with happily ever after. But then, like so many others, I too oscillated between belief and disbelief as I grew into my adulthood. When the auto driver in Chennai gave back the exact change, and the meter did not...

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A Mother’s Wait- A flash fiction

A Mother’s Wait- A flash fiction

“Here.” Raju pressed the slightly damp, soiled 100-rupee note into his mother’s palm, his eyes taking in her happiness at the unexpected bonanza. Guiltily, he looked away, not quite meeting her eyes, and wondered how he would explain this additional expense to his...

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