“Notebooks”- Nayana Nair

In school, exams used to end by March. We used to cry over this 24×7 studying. Praying for exams to get over somehow and determined not to touch even a book after exams. As soon as exams get over, our happiness is as if we/re being released from prison. Few holidays, then results are out.Continue reading ““Notebooks”- Nayana Nair”

Sonnet XVII- Pablo Neruda

  I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself theContinue reading “Sonnet XVII- Pablo Neruda”