Things that make me happy

universe fireflie has tagged me in this really sweet post about ten things that make me happy.I will try to answer them to the best of my ability, but it is going to be tough. If you are aware of my writing, you would have noticed that I am more than capable of writing aboutContinue reading “Things that make me happy”

“Stack of Books from Strangers” – Nayana Nair

Now everything tastes like my oft-repeated past.This bitter turn of events has brought new meaning to my pain that I didn’t ask for.This morning I even look like someone who needs help. I guess I may have looked that way for a long timein everyone’s eyes but mine.In my eyes, I was doing better,good enoughContinue reading ““Stack of Books from Strangers” – Nayana Nair”

“Last Everything” – Nayana Nair

There are bouts of tears,phone calls,consolation, advice,and it ends. The river stops and flows again. There are missed calls, busy tone,letters never penned,the sky that didn’t shatter like glass. The river stopsand flows again. There is me,there is you,there are our days togetherand the days we will never have. Nothing endseven if I break.The riverContinue reading ““Last Everything” – Nayana Nair”

“Work Hard” – Nayana Nair

We could never see each other properly because we busy working hard, trying day and night to become something the other wants. Or at least something that can’t be rejected on face or fall short of this friendship that we could never be sure of. We worked equally hard to ignore when we saw aContinue reading ““Work Hard” – Nayana Nair”

“Collecting Meaning and Beauty” – Nayana Nair

I am stacked with all that belongs to you and nothing that you have feels yours. It is as if you were busy finding things that didn’t look like you and hoped that if you surrounded yourself with all kinds of right then your fault that people talk about could find a mirror to fixContinue reading ““Collecting Meaning and Beauty” – Nayana Nair”

“Recreate” – Nayana Nair

They recreated his room with reverence to his life and his passions. Paid attention to each small details that can bring back who he was. They debated over whether he would have had photos of certain people in the room where he wrote or better, have crumpled paper that got stepped over. But to beContinue reading ““Recreate” – Nayana Nair”