by Chandrika R Krishnan | Sep 22, 2026 | Articles
My dad, an inveterate tea drinker, made my mother climb the wall with his constant clamors for many a cup during the day and something to go with the afternoon cuppa. Grumbling that she too was growing old, she nevertheless made him ‘the last cup for the day’ and...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Dec 8, 2023 | Poetry
Cooking for one is a chore Eating in silence chokes Watching television turns a bore After days of not stepping out. Alone at home, Awaiting your call Your old mother spends Many an hour and days. Far away in the land of chrome and light From the world of meetings and...
