“What I Remember (25)” – Nayana Nair

There is something beautiful about peoplewho lose themselveswhen they lose someone.The layer of sanity that cracks,the heart that lets the past take over-is a feeling I would never understand.And all I do in such weatheris wait.Waitfor my coping mechanism to kick in,to take the decision away from me,and let me forget the meaning of loss.Continue reading ““What I Remember (25)” – Nayana Nair”