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
Roses are Red, Violets are blue- A Short Fiction
‘Thank God it’s Friday’, the thought crossed Charu’s mind as she entered her apartment complex balancing her laptop bag, a lunch bag, and the ubiquitous and voluminous handbag wondering for the nth time, why women couldn’t carry just a wallet. Despite having her...
Delectable Lives – Micro-fiction
The men came as they usually did. The father knew that he would be picked today. So, he called his family close to him to bid them goodbye. The youngest clung to his spindly legs. He still was raw to the world at just one day old. His brother and sister laughed...
The Blessed Absent-Mindedness
A human brain is a versatile organ. “No computer can duplicate its myriad functions,” to quote Reader’s Digest. In spite of it we are assailed by forgetfulness, which proves to be sometimes very convenient. This temporary amnesia, which affects all of us from time to...
A ‘soul’full city- Benaras
The shrill honk went right through my ears to rattle my brain. The e-rickshaws and regular autos vied for space, blaring their way through the crowd. The drivers of the few cars seemingly sat on their horns as I tried to give way to them. Amidst all the...
A Lesson Well and Truly Learnt- A Slice of Life
It was in late eighties. My father was looking out for a suitable alliance for the twenty-three-old me who was also a closet feminist. To paraphrase the old advertisement, I was dreamy enough to want it my way, but not daring enough to find a partner for myself. I was...
Breaking the Shackles- A short Fiction
Nilesh absent-mindedly smiled his thanks as Anil, his co-worker, placed a glass of tender coconut water by his side. He played around with the Excel sheet, inserting a few formulas until the errant error was ferreted and rectified. He took pride in maintaining the...