by Chandrika R Krishnan | Aug 26, 2021 | Fiction
“Oh…a transistor,” Sangeeta exclaimed. Despite the dust and the discomfort, she was enjoying this task thoroughly. It allowed her to see some real quaint stuff up there and this little transistor was one such. “Does it work? Whose is this?” It was the second week of...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Aug 12, 2021 | Poetry
That question never troubled my grandmother, a mother of six Caught between children and chores; Her time in between Was to breathe! My mother, a mother of three Found time to garden, embroider, knit, and sew Caught a movie or a gossip session But she was never...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Aug 10, 2021 | Fiction
“What kind of mother leaves a child and goes for a training programme? Is it that important?” Hema heard her mother-in-law talking about her but not to her, as was her norm. She sighed as she rechecked her bag just to confirm that no relevant document or course...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Jul 23, 2021 | The world of printed words, The World of Printed Words
This book came highly recommended by my friend and I must say I am not disappointed. I love the narrator’s voice at the beginning which says: If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this. In love we find out who we want to be; in war, we find...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Jul 23, 2021 | Articles
It was a cold winter night in Lucknow. After I had managed to coax my toddler to bed, I settled under a quilt, cozy and snug, looking forward to some precious ‘me time’ with my book. This is when the doorbell rang to announce the arrival of my husband’s cousin, his...
