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 | Nov 27, 2024 | Fiction
Place: The mythological museum – Gopalapuri As I stood in front of a very realistic portrayal of Baby Krishna, opening his mouth to reveal the universe within, I was instantly transported to Dwapar Yuga. I was taking my time visiting the mythological...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Mar 14, 2024 | Fiction
Tara applied the kohl. She tapped gently the hanging flesh below her eyes, the puffiness was all too evident. Well, I can’t do much about that, she thought to herself as she used her compact to touch upon them. She sifted through her collection of Bindis and took her...
