“Eavesdrop” – Nayana Nair

From my empty room,from the edge of my personal cliff,I looked into the windows of strangers,looked over their shoulder at texts they write,looked at the pages where their bookmark rests,silently waited at the edge of my chairtrying to overhear responses to the big questions. And all I have known by prying so hardis that thereContinue reading ““Eavesdrop” – Nayana Nair”