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
The Liberated Woman- A Short Fiction
Smita was in a tizzy. The maid, as usual, had passed on the information that she wouldn't be in today. Really! Shanti had a penchant for choosing the most awkward of days. She wished she could do without her, but she sighed knowing that it was only wishful thinking....
Love , Adventure and Miracle- a tale of life truly-lived
“Dadi!" Riya rolled her beautiful eyes and sighed exasperatingly. "You really don’t know what a real adventure is! It is great to experience the unknown… jumping from heights and racing in water with the spray on your face...” She tossed her luxuriant hair with great...
Nothing like Food to work its Magic- A Flash Fiction
Susan walked into the huge kitchen with its gleaming glass-topped stove and walnut cupboards. It was a far cry from her tiny place in Los Angeles. Looking around, she thought, her little studio apartment would fit into just this room! The deep aroma of roasted Jeera...
I am a Mother- A flash Fiction
I stroked the hair from the lifeless body. The little cherub looked peaceful. It was all over really quick. The cough syrup must have done its job. The struggle of carrying her and giving birth to her was all too raw despite the three years that had gone by. I...
Here is to Better Morrows
When hard work no longer pays, But, smart Alecs do. When cancer rages your body, And finances add to your worry. When loved ones suffer, From age and forgetfulness. When scams take place, Stealing all you save. When children flail, Till your nerves are frayed. When...
The case of Oh, Raghav or Raghav who? – A Flash Fiction
We walked into the din, too early for the previous train’s departure. The steady announcement of departure and arrival of trains in three languages- English, Hindi, and Kannada increased the noise. The vendors zipped in and out of compartments with their flasks and...