Vasu was all thumbs and needles as he tried to make himself a cup of early morning coffee. He was one of those men raised
Author: Chandrika R Krishnan
Chandrika R Krishnan, a Bengaluru-based writer, and educationist who likes all things beginning with a ‘T’ - talking, teaching, tales and tea.
A people person and a born observer, she weaves fiction and dispenses 'gyaan' alike to the unsuspecting audience. Her 350 odd articles and stories (both in print and online media) are mostly eclectic and experiential. She is a published author and her collection of flash fiction was published recently titled- vignettes- a slice of life. Her stories feature in many anthologies.
Besides, teaching and writing, she also volunteers at a local hospital and Seva center that feeds the poor. Reading and Storytelling are her other hobbies and she tries to balance all as much as she can. Her home runs despite her!
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The Journey
I saw you elbowing the door inwards, the way we learned during the pandemic. Elbows, shoulders and feet were suddenly the new rage as far
The Heavy Weight of Ignorance
Aarti sat dry-eyed, watching from the window at the swirling clouds as the plane steadily lost its height as it approached the city of Bangalore
Unlocking the Memories
Lockdown had its benefits and clearing up the attic was one of those long-pending projects. It was one of those houses where you needed to
Fortuitous Escape
The blue of the sky boggled me, The green of the grass eluded me. I wanted to do many more things, But I did not
Your Proverbial Fly on the Wall
I am unable to recollect how I managed to enter this room. It could be before the door swung shut or I had managed to
A Brain Freeze
The cuckoo clock chimed eleven times and Archana groaned. Usually she was off like a light even before her head touched the pillow as she
The World of Hashtags
Malathi looked ruefully at the pictures posted by her maternal cousin Menaka accompanied by a whole slew of hashtags: #makingmemories#mylove#holdiay2019#lifeisbeautiful#grateful. A tiny, weeny emotion in
Doing Right by your Parents
Is there ever a correct way of doing right by your loved ones? We, three sisters, had no choice but to uproot our mother from
Roses are red, Violets are blue!
‘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