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
To Be Or Not to Be
It was in the year 1983 when my very first story was published in the then women’s magazine in India. Short of taking out a billboard, I tried to let everyone know that I wrote. I left the magazine at strategic places and walked a couple of inches above the ground. An...
A Fallen Leaf
Many consider me to be a mere brick, mortar and lifeless. I am not......... I stand tall and proud for I too like most humans want to be heard, talked to, spoken about and admired. I have been through sun and shine, through hail and storm, through rain and calm,...
Everything Changed after That
I remember the first time you made me go down on you. It was on the eve of Diwali and I was just thirteen. I was busy gawking at the room – which was big enough to fit my entire home in – and felt you move as fast as the mice do in our house when we unroll the bed and...
Arising From the Dust
She too had to take some responsibility for her own happiness and it was better late than never. Gone were the days when women had to be taken care of by the men in her life. She realized that she had to rise above the patriarchal shackles that had made her fearful...
Vignettes – A Slice of Life
"Life is happening while you are busy making plans," said John Lennon. However, I believe, "Stories are happening as you are living your life!" That's my theme for this collection. A smile or a chance encounter can make you view life differently. It's not just a 6-...
The Timeless Taste of Maavudu ( Tender, Mango pickle)
My story on Maavudu ( tender, baby mangoes pickle). It is said that the “precise location of heaven on earth has never been established but it may very well be right here.” I believe that it’s amidst heat, dust and mangoes. Our grandparents’ house in the then Madras...