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
All in a Day’s work! – A Humourous flash Fiction
“I am tired of the bad press! Drinking black coffee makes you a psychopath!" The coffee lamented. “Well, caffeine is definitely not something to write home about!” This came from the turmeric, mighty chuffed at being touted as a 'super food' with...
Love has its stages
"Hey Sonny boy," the mom said, "I love you," she beamed. " I love you too," the boy toddled and hugged her close. "Hey Sonny boy," the mom said, "I love you," she beamed. "I love you too," the boy said absently before running off to play. "Hey, Sonny...
An Ode to the Wittiest Man I knew…
I burst into laughter remembering my uncle’s comments a few days before his end. “ Hey," he said, "I am a holy ( holey) man.” He had made this comment just a week before his death, even as his body was riddled with outlets made for the various tubes. We could not...
Unexpected Cupid- A short fiction
Nalini turned the key to the door and impatiently rang the bell when she realized that once again the door was latched from the inside. “Sorry Amma, I keep forgetting,” Ashwin said but there was hardly any remorse on his face. She saw her mother-in-law hastily...
Scars Do Have a Story to Share- A Micro Story
"Come -on ! choose ! Big or small?" Her fingers wagged under my nose second time in as many hours that day. " Honestly, Mufs ! Can't you stop now that we are in our IXth?" "I would always need you to decide Rams," she said simply. Succumbing to her pressure as I...
Whim At Play- A Flash Fiction
I stood sleek and tall as the last of the nut and bolt was driven home. I occupied the pride of place in the living room, displacing or re-arranging many other furniture and knick-knacks. The end result was a cluttered, messy room. I puffed up with pride and...