by Chandrika R Krishnan | Mar 25, 2021 | Articles
My story on Maavudu ( tender, baby mangoes pickle). It is said that the “precise location of heaven on earth has never been established but it may very well be right here.” I believe that it’s amidst heat, dust and mangoes. Our grandparents’ house in the then Madras...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Mar 16, 2021 | Poetry
People said that you were a bully, But that I did not believe. They said that you made girls cry, I said that you wouldn’t dare. Teachers pointed out your faults, I felt that they were at fault. They said you didn’t try hard enough, But I felt you were given...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Mar 16, 2021 | Articles
I was in my early 20s when I bade a tearful goodbye to my parents in Hyderabad and took the long train journey to Lucknow. Straight out of college, I did not have the wherewithal to walk into ‘my man’s heart through his stomach,’ particularly when I found my...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Mar 16, 2021 | Articles
I learnt a powerful lesson in life recently from a book. The protagonist talks about the five balls we juggle in our lives: work, family, friends, health and integrity. We keep most of them in the air, trying our best not to drop any. Work is the only ball that...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Mar 16, 2021 | Articles
In Konkana Sen sharma’s directorial debut Death in the Gunj, which released earlier this year, when a character says, “Ask your friend to pick someone his size,” it strikes a chord. Throughout the perceptively dealt thriller, the quiet, sensitive protagonist is...
