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
Just an ordinary person living an Ordinary Life.
I have heard people say, “You are such a brave person! So confident, so sure of yourself.” Am I? I wonder. I often enough let it slide by. For I have found people like to believe what they want to. I don’t think I was ever a brave person. My heart pounds away at the...
Lady Macbeth Damned Spot – From the Kitchen Sink
In 2020, The Chrysanthemum Chronicles ran a contest on the theme Shakespeare Heroine Resurrected. I chose Lady Macbeth ( Act 5- scene 1) because she is one of the most memorable of Shakespeare's heroines. I particularly liked the dialogue when she says, "Here’s the...
We are like this only – A flash slice-of-life
A well-placed elbow into the rib of the person next to her helped Asha get a foothold onto the bus. Well, it also fetched her some choice words that were better left unsaid. Asha pushed aside the fleeting guilt as the woman who bore the brunt of her jab was left...
The Mother of Politics- A Flash Fiction
I am situated at strategic crossroads yet common people 'see' me only when the GPS instructs them to take a turn at my location. And sometimes not even then. I am otherwise remembered on 14th April when I am spruced up and bird droppings are washed off me in...
The story of a pencil- The lessons within
The story of a Pencil This is one of the short articles by Paulo Coelho which I find very inspiring. This parable of his taken from the book 'Like the Flowing River' is popular among my students and it has a lesson for all of us in there though I...
The Frogs that often Croak- A powerful tale
Last week, the nation was shocked when a young tennis star was shot dead by her father pumping four bullets into her back while she was in the kitchen preparing food- most probably for him as her mother was indisposed. His justification was that people in the village...