Chitra Govindraj

Chitra Govindraj grew up in Dubai, was educated in the US and now lives with her family in Bangalore, India. She dabbled in the corporate world as a banker and a soft skills trainer and is now a full time homemaker. She is a voracious reader, avid traveller and an amateur cook. She also volunteers her time reading to visually-challenged children. Chitra wrote a book of poems called Sillage and Other Poems, published in 2020.

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Malthi’s Dilemma
Malthi’s Dilemma

Malthi is only 11 years old and she gets the shock of her life. Read on to know what it is and how she gets help from an unexpected source!

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Anjali’s Choice
Anjali’s Choice

She looked at her watch and scoffed. He still had no idea what she wanted and probably never would; since the past two years it was the same thing. Every day.  Every evening.

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Voice
Voice

Listen to the other’s thoughts, opinions and views... then you may understand them, walk in their shoes.

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I Come From… My Home!

I am from India my land my home, I come back here no matter where else I’ve roamed...

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I Wish You Enough Happiness Until You Finally Have To Leave
I Wish You Enough Happiness Until You Finally Have To Leave

Poem: I wish you enough happiness until you finally have to leave, I wish you enough faith until you start to believe. I wish you enough joy until you learn to smile again, I wish you enough love so you don’t relive your hurt and pain.

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In Your Eyes, My Parents Are Less Than Yours Are

In your eyes, my parents are less than yours are. In spite of these years, we have not come together very far. I have very few days to see mine. While you have many and this to you seems just fine.

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My Girls Are Growing Up I Don’t Know How To Feel
My Girls Are Growing Up I Don’t Know How To Feel

I sat on the corner of my bed still holding onto my comb. I looked at it and a single tear fell. It’s begun. My girls are growing up. I didn’t know what to feel.

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The Time I Told Her: How To Speak About Touchy Topics Like Body Odour
The Time I Told Her: How To Speak About Touchy Topics Like Body Odour

Nobody likes to be told they smell of body odour, would they? I then thought that if I reeked of sweat, I would wish to know.  How do I tell her, though? I supposed the best way would be to say it directly but politely.

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Poem On Self-Respect: The Miracle
Poem On Self-Respect: The Miracle

Poem On Self-Respect: The Miracle— When you find a miracle, what will you do? Will you be bewildered, question if it’s true? Will you wonder if you’re worthy of such a thing

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