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...
by Chandrika R Krishnan | Apr 12, 2021 | Fiction
The call came too early. Vishakha groaned and rolled over, the crease on her forehead reflecting her annoyance. She needed to be cajoled before the crease turned a disgruntled turn around her lips. Varun reached over to see who it could be this early on a Sunday...
