Anitha Krishnan writes Indian-inspired fantasy fiction with a dash of mysticism and soul-searching. She lives in Burlington, Ontario with her husband and their cherished child.
life, unadulterated
A fortnight ago, I was elated at having found a possible solution [https://thedreampedlar.com/writing-as-a-practice/] to this never-ending conundrum I face, this unsolvable puzzle of finding a balance between freelance editing and fiction writing. After I put up that post, I worked on my novel
tales for dreamers
Navigating a maze is not for the faint-hearted, especially not one that shape-shifts.
life, unadulterated
This has been a week of incredible epiphanies, and in my excitement to capture the essence of all of them at once in this single post, I'm quite unable to decide where to start. Chronology is as good a solution as any other to this conundrum. It all
life, unadulterated
At every opportunity I get, I love saying that motherhood is the biggest spiritual journey I've ever set out on in my life and that Dr. Shefali Tsabary [https://drshefali.com/] is the spiritual guru I had been seeking all my life but found only after I became
life, unadulterated
The other day, D asked me if every sound can be expressed using letters of the alphabet. And I promptly answered yes. Surely, we have a letter or we can concoct a combination of letters to mimic every sound. That's what I thought at first, until I realised
life, unadulterated
In a conversation with an old friend this evening, about the pandemic and concern for our families in different parts of the world, about anxiety and regrets, we unburdened ourselves and eventually made our ways, yet again, to the realisation that we really are doing the best we can at
life, unadulterated
Last evening, I was perusing my old website, The Dream Pedlar’s [https://thedreampedlars.com/], with the intention of transferring my posts from there, one by one, over to this new home. And I came across something special. A year and a half ago, just before D was about to
on writing
I came across a quote today on a Facebook group I had decided to stay away from for a while but couldn’t help taking a sneak peek at when this post popped up on my newsfeed. > Don’t quit. It’s very easy to quit during the first
on writing
It is quite like moving into a new home. First you bring with you the bare essentials, and you’re truly amazed at how little you really need to survive. Then, you envision how you’d fill up this vast, mostly-empty space, with all your furniture. And then your
tales for dreamers
In times of chaos, we turn to what is familiar and assuring. So I am back here now, for the first time this year, for the first time in almost a year, back to my familiar haunts. Some day I will write a story explaining everything. For now, I will
books you may love
Almost the only reason I log in to Facebook anymore (other than to publish posts on my page) is to check out the various local moms’ groups I am part of. From one such group, came a recommendation that lodged itself in my mind - books by Robert Munsch - although the
books you may love
A Day with Dad by Bo. R. Holmberg and Eva Eriksson, both Swedish creatives, is one of D’s old favourites. He hasn’t read this in weeks now although he wanted to read it today when he saw it lying on my study table (where I had taken it