by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | The world of printed words
When Hercule Poirot asks the young lady sitting in front of him why she wants to rake up a twenty year old murder case professing her mother’s innocence the lady says, ” My mother never tells lies and she tells me she did not murder my father.” Five...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | Fiction
A hopeful roar among the spectators of the home crowd rose in crescendo as the star among the batswomen, Meghna took her position. They were delirious with excitement and hope as the match that was on its way to being a washout turned their way with Meghna and...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | Fiction
“Do you want more *curry*?” she asked him the spoon hovering over the stainless steel *tiffin* box. It was late afternoon and the couple was perched uncomfortably on the bench placed under the lone tree of the sprawling hospital. The serpentine queue and long...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | Fiction
*Vastara?* The lined face reflected the agony, her withered, arthritic afflicted fingers plucked her housecoat, the eyes that were practically white with un-corrected cataract peered at me, yet the words and the tears broke my heart in two. I stood helpless for I did...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | Fiction
“The choice is yours. We will await your decision. We’re sorry.” I watched the white coated men leaving me and my son. Should it be my son and me? I remember my English teacher saying, “Donkey should come second!” I heard Ajay’s words, “Grammar Nazi,” and I smiled. I...
