“Till I become half of what I was” – Nayana Nair

The soap slips through my fingers
and falls onto the floor
(a floor that in my mind is never clean enough).
I wash the soap vigorously,
till it becomes half of what it was.
My teachers would be proud
to know that I take germs somewhat seriously even now.
Even now, when I am sure of only of my loneliness*,
such ghosts of primary school science don’t leave me alone.

*My hands are too small, I have been told many a times. Maybe that’s why this happens so often. But still I guess it happens to all. I can never know for sure though. No one I have ever met talks of the soaps that slip. Maybe that shows the state of my friendships, how I end up feeling weird, feeling alone about the things, in experiences that are supposed to be normal and common.


  1. I have learned that the uniqueness that we have that can make us feel weird and different is actually unique gifts of beauty from God! Embrace it and cherish it and know it’s beautiful! 😀 ❤

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      So true. What isolates us also sets us apart. I think the difference lies in how much of ourselves we are ready to accept. The confidence to see our differences and uniqueness is something that we learn with time. 🙂

  2. Pia Majumdar says:

    This is epic poetry. Absolutely floored by the stunning use of wordplay and imagery.

    1. Nayana Nair says:

      Really glad that you liked my poem dear 🙂
      Thank you for such kind words about my work. Means a lot 🙂

      1. Pia Majumdar says:

        my pleasure dear :))

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