“What I Remember (20)” – Nayana Nair

I am told I am not wise,that I do not have the intellect that could make anyone swoon over me.I try too hard, put too much effortto be considered worth protecting.I rank even lower on the stats of beauty.I know that since I have found discarded paperswritten by boys-who-will-always-be-boyswho document my plummeting desirability religiously.But sinceContinue reading ““What I Remember (20)” – Nayana Nair”

“Flowers used to bloom here” – Nayana Nair

There is a wall of flowers before her.She looks at it as if they are a softer kind of firework,a firework in reverse,the colors leaving the petals, crawling deep into itself,leaving the color of the inevitable sad endingthat Nature always ends up falling for,after a series of boys who lied to her about a foreverinContinue reading ““Flowers used to bloom here” – Nayana Nair”