by Chandrika R Krishnan | Oct 30, 2025 | Poetry
I wrote a letter to my mother. That it hurt me to be the second-best, To my brother. I tucked away the note in my bag. I wrote a letter to my classmate. When she chose another girl to be her pal, I slunk away with that hurt. I tucked away the...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Oct 15, 2025 | A Slice of Life, Musings & Moments
I have heard people say, “You are such a brave person! So confident, so sure of yourself.” Am I? I wonder. I often enough let it slide by. For I have found people like to believe what they want to. I don’t think I was ever a brave person. My heart pounds away at the...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Oct 2, 2025 | Poetry
In 2020, The Chrysanthemum Chronicles ran a contest on the theme Shakespeare Heroine Resurrected. I chose Lady Macbeth ( Act 5- scene 1) because she is one of the most memorable of Shakespeare’s heroines. I particularly liked the dialogue when she says,...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Sep 26, 2025 | A Slice of Life, Musings & Moments
A well-placed elbow into the rib of the person next to her helped Asha get a foothold onto the bus. Well, it also fetched her some choice words that were better left unsaid. Asha pushed aside the fleeting guilt as the woman who bore the brunt of her jab was left...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Sep 17, 2025 | Fiction
I am situated at strategic crossroads yet common people ‘see’ me only when the GPS instructs them to take a turn at my location. And sometimes not even then. I am otherwise remembered on 14th April when I am spruced up and bird droppings are washed off me...
