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
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...
Love Beyond Self
“The choice is yours. We will await your decision. We’re sorry.” I watched the white coated men leaving me and my son. Should it be my son and me? I remember my English teacher saying, “Donkey should come second!” I heard Ajay’s words, “Grammar Nazi,” and I smiled. I...
Rude Awakening – Flash Fiction
I really don’t know what a fix is for I never did drugs. Nevertheless, the impact of her limpid eyes was an arrow straight into my heart. I was reduced to an Indian version of a marsh-mellow and I was addicted. I was caught like a kite to a tree. Despite being a...
The Great Indian Kitchen
The Malayalam movie, The Great Indian Kitchen has been received with accolades, discussions and stoic silence. Lots have been written about the patriarchy and the way women are supposed to cook, clean, feed while the men enjoy being waited upon. But the one aspect...
Family is mostly a Work in Progress
The evening found a contemplative Meera and Rohan on their balcony looking at the star studded sky with the nocturnal insects creating music of their own. The birds and insects were being heard only after the cessation of sounds brought forth by blaring horns and...