Welcome to my Musings over a cup of tea

Thank you for stopping by. This blog is everything from Mundane to the Serious and all things in between. Though fiction is my forte (I am leaning towards bite-sized micro-fiction of late), I do dabble in poetry, though I call myself a reluctant poet. I love to share my thoughts on life, philosophy, the English language, and last but not least, give some unsolicited advice. The last comes rather too easily, having been a teacher and a parent and all that, I want to tell my wards and children, I write!

-Chandrika R Krishnan

About Me

I am a Bengaluru-based writer and educationist and like all things beginning with a ‘T’ – talking, teaching, tales and tea. I consider myself a late bloomer ..so late that even to date I can say I am only partially unfurled. My articles are mostly on what I want to tell my adult children but don’t dare! On a serious note, I like learning and I do most of them through observation. I also feel that we all are better equipped to handle other people’s problems than our own so I am able to write about varied happenings around me.

I also volunteer at a local hospital and also at a Seva centre that feeds the poor. I take storytelling sessions for underprivileged and try to help them with academics.

recent posts

Are we Chick-Pecked?- The Importance of Saying No

Are we Chick-Pecked?- The Importance of Saying No

There was a recent article in Times of India in the aftermath of Pune Porsche case that we seem to be taking Yes- Parenting too far. When re-visiting some of my old articles, I realized that not much has changed from February 2017 to now. This piece published in...

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 2+2 =24 – A flash Fiction

 2+2 =24 – A flash Fiction

“Shilpa’s concepts are like the muddy waters collected under the subways post a downpour. IX standard would be tough,” the teacher said with all the solemnity of announcing an impending disaster. Shilpa’s and her mother Aarti sat and poured over the mathematics books,...

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The Mighty, little Usurper

The Mighty, little Usurper

My dad hugged me close, I nestled into his neck. He carried me to the cradle, The pride in his eyes now on my brother.   The doorbell rang, Bringing in the guests. All were carrying colourful gifts. They were all for my brother.   I cried for attention....

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