My hope is a concept,
a word,
lost and forgotten
on pages stuck together.
An absence that goes unnoticed
as the absence of the voice
who turns them,
and burns them,
and burn along with them.
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Hi,
I am Nayana Nair. I'm 28. Just a person who has tons of things to talk about....not much organized thoughts sadly.
I'm interested in all forms of storytelling (though I don't have the talent for it). So I like series, movies, novels, anime, and whatnot. I'm also really passionate about music, psychology, learning languages (I just dream big, too undisciplined to makes any actual progress) and literature. I am overall just a curious person who is interested in all kinds of things, as long as they suit my taste.
I always wanted to be a writer (and also a teacher)..But I don't think I have the skills required...this blog is just my attempt at becoming the writer I always wanted to be...Blogging for few years, I have realized I am more of a poet (although, I am not sure that I am good enough for that label)...I hope I realize more about myself through writing.
Thanks for dropping by!! Hope I didn't disappoint. :)
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it rains in my heart 
So much critical of yourself 🙂 life is fleeting and what you call is “who turns them, and burns them, and burn along with them”…is your art of living 🙂 🙂
It is not exactly being critical. And it is not necessarily about me. I am just trying to capture a mood that I think everyone must pass through at some point in life. We cannot get rid of what we feel only because they seem critical. Even in sadness there is a beauty, only if you see beyond the pain. And we can only do that when the pain has passed and when we grow up, we can only see that when we look back. At least that is what I think.