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...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | Fiction
I really don’t know what a fix is for I never did drugs. Nevertheless, the impact of her limpid eyes was an arrow straight into my heart. I was reduced to an Indian version of a marsh-mellow and I was addicted. I was caught like a kite to a tree. Despite being a...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | The World of visual delight
The Malayalam movie, The Great Indian Kitchen has been received with accolades, discussions and stoic silence. Lots have been written about the patriarchy and the way women are supposed to cook, clean, feed while the men enjoy being waited upon. But the one aspect...
