by Chandrika R Krishnan | Jun 4, 2021 | Fiction
Aarti sat dry eyed, watching from the window the swirling clouds as the plane steadily lost its height as it approached the city of Bangalore. The city seems to be alternatively lost in winking lights and shadows. Sixteen hours of non-stop flying took her away from...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | May 27, 2021 | Poetry
The police came The postmortem done, pregnancy confirmed Relatives poured in Neighbours gawked Leaving us wounded with multiple Whys. Visions of….. You as a chubby baby, You as a naughty toddler You as a moody teenager You in the cusp of womanhood! Were we...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | May 5, 2021 | The world of printed words
I have been reading many books by new writers on Kindle of late and Aspen Leaves by Dhivya Balaji caught by fancy. Each story preceded by a a little something by way of describing the various shades of colours followed by a quote made this book even more...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | May 4, 2021 | The world of printed words
I chanced upon this book and felt that I was holding a bouquet of flowers. Though, I started at the beginning with the child making a sunflower in her crafts class and gifting it to her ajja ( grandfather) and enjoyed the bond between the grandfather and grand child;...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | May 3, 2021 | Musings & Moments
There is a scene in the 1989 Tamil movie Apoorva Sagodharargal (Hindi’s Appu Raja) where Kamal Hasaan quips “Pallu Kusarthu’ ( extreme sensitivity to the teeth – the closest translation sans the panache! ) as Gowthami learns to change gears while driving her...
