by Chandrika R Krishnan | Sep 23, 2021 | Fiction
I was in my late teens when my love affair with all things antiquated and ancient began. My extended family found my penchant for collecting and restoring all those household items and articles that found a place in our grandmother’s time, a source of laughter, and...
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...
