“The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 4)” – Nayana Nair

I have been collecting books on building sandcastles from the the remains of things humans leave behind. This is all I have ever read – how and where to find the stones called history, how to grind them so fine that they can forget themselves. In my hands they become another extra leg of theContinue reading ““The Scale of 1 to 10 (part 4)” – Nayana Nair”

“Keep me inside” – Nayana Nair

I can help you count everything you have. These objects have no meaning to me but I know something about life even if I don’t know everything. I know that your hands will stop shaking only if they keep counting, only when you have confirmed that you have not become poorer that you were aContinue reading ““Keep me inside” – Nayana Nair”

“Eventually” – Nayana Nair

This jail, that I could not break out of, it had bars made of petals, ceilings lighted with memories and under my feet the hearts of people beating only by my love (or so I wanted to believe). It was the fragile nature of this confinement that made my escape impossible. And even though IContinue reading ““Eventually” – Nayana Nair”