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
Goodbye Mr. Chips- Book Review
As I finished re-reading the thin volume of Good-Bye Mr. Chips, I remembered one of the unforgettable jokes that I had read in Reader’s Digest. A young school teacher smiles at a personable young man sitting opposite her on public transport. At his perplexed look, she...
The Funny Side of It by Radhika Acharya
#bookreview There comes a time in the life of a writer , when a particular book makes her go all green with envy- a kind of byline induced envy! Radhika Acharya's book The Funny side of it was one such. The very first chapter with her, Imagine, said John Lennon. ...
The Queen of Suspense
When Hercule Poirot asks the young lady sitting in front of him why she wants to rake up a twenty year old murder case professing her mother's innocence the lady says, " My mother never tells lies and she tells me she did not murder my father." Five little pigs was...
Providence- flash fiction
A hopeful roar among the spectators of the home crowd rose in crescendo as the star among the batswomen, Meghna took her position. They were delirious with excitement and hope as the match that was on its way to being a washout turned their way with Meghna and...
A Lifetime within One- Drabble
“Do you want more *curry*?” she asked him the spoon hovering over the stainless steel *tiffin* box. It was late afternoon and the couple was perched uncomfortably on the bench placed under the lone tree of the sprawling hospital. The serpentine queue and long...
A Matter of love lost – Flash Fiction
*Vastara?* The lined face reflected the agony, her withered, arthritic afflicted fingers plucked her housecoat, the eyes that were practically white with un-corrected cataract peered at me, yet the words and the tears broke my heart in two. I stood helpless for I did...