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

Call of the Heart

Call of the Heart

  “It’s remarkable that none of us know more about her daughter…absolutely no idea where she stays, her number …nothing…. zilch!”  Lakshmi was upset and rightly so that one of the residents of her ‘home’ was suffering from a stroke which led to coma and none of...

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Kolam- A Meditative & Aesthetic Art

Kolam- A Meditative & Aesthetic Art

    I belong to Chennai, Tamil Nadu but my childhood was spent in Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh. I started my married life in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh and presently live in Bangalore, Karnataka. My morning begins with a ritual where I sweep and mop the threshold...

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To All those Unsent letter

To All those Unsent letter

    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...

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