“where i am going…” – Nayana Nair

you, my love, my sky,my rain, my breaking heart,the lines of my fate on my aging hands,you, my collection of books that read memore than i read them,you, the beginning of my life. i am beginning to realizethe pain of dying, the prospect of being separatedfrom the warmth of your back, from thehome the turnsContinue reading ““where i am going…” – Nayana Nair”