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...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 14, 2021 | Fiction
The evening found a contemplative Meera and Rohan on their balcony looking at the star studded sky with the nocturnal insects creating music of their own. The birds and insects were being heard only after the cessation of sounds brought forth by blaring horns and...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 13, 2021 | Fiction
The whimper began. “Oh, no..please no. God, I will break coconut as an offering to you. Let her sleep. I need some rest. God, please.” She tried to make a pact with God is the only style she knew, the ever- prevalent barter system. It made for thriving business at...
