“Short lived season of comfort” – Nayana Nair

Any seat that I was comfortable occupyingwas always unbearably cold.People were right when they saidthat something was not right with me.For my flesh wanted to become fresh snow,my bones the lone tree under which sat my soul-a child learning to countthe years of cold and whiteness,an innocent, forgetful, and aging brainliving in a worldwith noContinue reading ““Short lived season of comfort” – Nayana Nair”

“A little bit longer” – Nayana Nair

This morning I find myself longing to look at the sun and the morsel of half-cooked food stays on my tongue a little bit longer than it should. The door opens with a sound of crashing waves and so I know it is you who has come. With my back to your face, I smileContinue reading ““A little bit longer” – Nayana Nair”