“Bland” – Nayana Nair

I heard her again complain about warm hands.A hand that remains warm, always warm, so warm that it almost becomes a fault, a flaw.That it turns into blame, into words that make no sense-“I could have loved him if he was not so good.Good is suspicious. Good is bland.Good is you when you try toContinue reading ““Bland” – Nayana Nair”

“Ready to Break” – Nayana Nair

We are the mediocre television soapthat no one wants to see.We have learned to gulp down bland food, bland life.The books that get us jobs, get us friends, gets us love, we have learned to pay for it without bitterness. We adore the mania, the depression,the moments when we don’t want to think clear-that makesContinue reading ““Ready to Break” – Nayana Nair”