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
One Missed Call
The call came too early. Vishakha groaned and rolled over, the crease on her forehead reflecting her annoyance. She needed to be cajoled before the crease turned a disgruntled turn around her lips. Varun reached over to see who it could be this early on a Sunday...
The Ecstasy of Shopping with a Teen- Humour
I have come to the conclusion that I would rather undergo a root canal treatment than to go shopping with my teenage daughter. She felt, as always, that she had nothing to wear for the informal farewell of her class and wanted me to accompany her for the selection....
Baggage of Memories
Is it easy to pack all your memories in a suitcase? It is not easy, but that is what we expected our mother to do; to pack up 60 years of memories with my father and the family that they had made together into a bag. We asked her to pack up whatever she had...
Matching the Pegs and Holes
In the frenzy that follows a celebrity death or any horrifying end to a well-known personality, the Freuds, Sherlocks and Devi Shettys of society come out of the woodwork to voice their expert opinions. News channels and social networking sites are full of messages...
Battle of the Bulge- Humour
I am a typical example of what one could call a “jack of all trades and master of none” in my eternal quest to attain the impossible- the reduction of weight. The fact that my blouses were refusing to go in with ease eluded me till it was a little too late. I always...
Re- discovering my happy place – Personal essay
Till the beginning of this year, if I had been asked the question, “What are you afraid of?” I would have answered, “Not talking to or meeting anyone.” In my opinion, solitary confinement is the worst possible punishment. Going five minutes without talking was...