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
As the year draws to a close, I bring to you with a poem by Christopher Morley. A poem about the poetry that a child is ... ~ ~ ~ The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old. Still young enough
life, unadulterated
I have been writing this post in my head for the last nine months. (No wonder this feels like another birthing of sorts.) There were milestones: D turning 15 months old, D at 18 months, 20 months old on the 20th, the solstitial 21, the alliterative 22, the I’ll-likely-never-again-refer-to-his-age-in-months
on writing
In Search of Leo, my debut novella, (now available for pre-order on Kindle) is the story of a girl named Heidi who thinks her golden retriever Leo has run off into the woods, and she sets out in search of him. The book is as much about my writing journey
life, unadulterated
It's finally happening! My debut novella, In Search of Leo, is set to be published on 18 January 2018. If you have enjoyed reading stories on this site in the past, you'll love In Search of Leo. At just under 24,000 words, it is full
life, unadulterated
On the 20th of this month, D turned 17 months old, And I turned 37 years old. Do you see the mathematical beauty therein? 20 + 17 = 37! Also, the year is 2017, so that's another aesthetic aspect thrown in. It is as if everything in the Universe aligned
life, unadulterated
Today I graduated with an MBA degree from UofT. A two-year course that took me a little more than three years to complete, what with the joyous arrival of little D. The convocation was such a special occasion I wanted to write about it before the beautiful bits of it
life, unadulterated
On the first day of October, after D woke up from his afternoon nap, he was resting on my shoulder and I was singing to him. I remembered Annie's Song from a very long time ago and started to sing that. I was well into the song when
life, unadulterated
There is no sound that D won't dance to. The clang of the garbage truck emptying rubbish bins into itself. The rat-a-tat-tat-tat grind of the coffee machine. Even the blare emanating from a car whose alarm system has gone bonkers. And then there's Alexa who obeys
life, unadulterated
D is one. The only one. (Couldn't resist this!) In the days leading up to D's first birthday, almost everyone I spoke with said to me some variation of this - "Wow! Is he going to be one already? I can't believe it.
life, unadulterated
D is two days away from turning a year old. And this year, in addition to showing us how to love and live with a whole new tiny human being in our lives, has also been replete with the delight of re-discovering KrA, in his new avatar as a father,
poetry
A teeny weeny poem of mine is hanging from a tree and fluttering in the summer breeze at the Waterford Township Public Library at Michigan! And it will be there all of this month. It is titled When it Snows in Spring. I am also back to having fun putting
life, unadulterated
I slipped to the other side of mid-30s last year. A year on that side has left me feeling a bit cheated and with the realisation that long ago I was somehow tricked into this business of growing up, and that I have kept at it only half-heartedly and have