“We stand on the shoulders of those who came before us”. I write about my grandmother in India Currents and the legacy that she leaves behind for future generations. #womenshistorymonth Continue reading My Grandmother’s Gold Bangles & Vegetable Pulao
When hugs become verboten in these pandemic times, how do families demonstrate their love for one another? My article in The Hindu explores how my family is coping with the demands that social distancing places on our daily behaviour. Click here to read the article. Continue reading Save the hugs for now – The Hindu
I had returned to India after having lived in the US for many years. My 80-year-old uncle was seated next to me at the dinner table during a get-together. On seeing the variety of delectable treats on my plate, I began eating quickly. When I started … For the rest of my middle in Deccan Herald click here. Continue reading Minding Your Manners – DH Middle
Writing personal narratives is hard. This article that I wrote about silence being an old friend of mine was a lot to do with self-reflection and whether I learned something in the process. Read my post in Medium here. Continue reading The Sound of Silence
“Have some more of this,” I urge with a loving smile as I scoop out a bit more of the vendakkai (lady’s finger aka bhindi or okra) curry from the casserole and serve my daughter. She sulks, pouts and gives me a basilisk-like stare but I remain unmoved. This wasn’t the first time we were at cross-purposes over matters relating to food. Read the rest … Continue reading Maths and a Vegetable – a strange correlation
I continue to smile at her, secretly yearning for that cup of coffee and benne dosa at the good old darshini a few blocks away. Ah, the things we do for familial affection. Read the rest of my middle in Deccan Herald here Continue reading Familial Affections – DH middle
This story was published in Induswomanwriting.com The balcony looked desolate. Most of the pots were broken. Meena felt a pang when she saw the lone cactus plant in a corner bravely holding up. Waves of guilt swept over her. “I don’t have a green thumb!” she muttered whenever visitors happened to peep into her balcony. The words sounded pitiful even to her own ears and sometimes she imagined the withering … Continue reading Second Innings – a short story
“Why don’t we go for a swim at the club?” There was a pin drop silence after the lady posed this question to my father in law. The latter desperately looked for the nearest exit even as the lady’s husband was bobbing his head approving the idea. My husband’s grandmother, mother and a host of other aunts had their mouths agape and stared uncomprehendingly at … Continue reading Uninvited menace
I’ve never had to look beyond the tales of our own family to know that truth is indeed stranger than fiction. We could argue if my family or it is my husband’s family that has stranger tales. I’d let you decide. Let’s begin with the tale of my husband’s errant aunts. An aunt who was mad about movies played a starring role in one such … Continue reading Stranger than fiction
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Chitra Srikrishna 