“Backseat” – Nayana Nair

we get onto the carthat we wish was stoleni look at her (not my lover, yet),at him (my friend – we share the same passion of finding new things to be disappointed about),i look at the the small bags we have packedand realize that this is far too less to start a lifei count themContinue reading ““Backseat” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (15)” – Nayana Nair

I think of the clothes that are too tight or too loose for me,of my skin that doesn’t like me the way it used to.How the mirrors in my home are hidden by the growing towers of books.I wonder what this says about me?I think of the fear that I feel when I am alone,theContinue reading ““What I Remember (15)” – Nayana Nair”