by Chandrika R Krishnan | Oct 13, 2023 | Fiction
Anita paused long enough to discard her shoes after she stepped on a twig causing it to snap that sounded like a fire-cracker to her ears. She ran straight towards the booth bungalow* for she had to choose between being haunted by the resident ghost or being hunted...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Aug 19, 2023 | Fiction
Anne felt the feather-light brush on the underside of her breast and looked up sharply. She sighed at his studiously cultivated look of innocence. When Anne got onto the home-bound bus, she had quite forgotten the ordeal of her college-going days. Nothing much has...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Aug 14, 2023 | My Reviews, The world of printed words
I read this because it came highly recommended. I am ever so grateful for the recommendation. The book begins with the quote: For all the heroes, big and small. To me, she is the hero for writing this book. Though it is a seemingly simple book, there is a depth about...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Aug 7, 2023 | Poetry
You are just a girl. You are told. You can’t play as much as he can You can’t eat as much as he can You can’t travel as much as he can Girl, do you know your strength Changing the cant’s to can? You are just a girl. You are told Protect your...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Jun 10, 2023 | Fiction
After catching his wife and her paramour in flagrante delicto, all Shantakumar did was throw the man’s clothes over the tenth-floor balcony. He watched with bemusement as the clothes floated down as if in slow motion and landed long after their owner made a splat on...
