Before knowing the alphabetsof your name or mine,I learnt to make you smile.I pluck another flower that makes me sneeze every timebut the silly pathetic me smiles as you smileas I crawl to youlosing balance,losing something similar to heart,as I dress you up in a mountain of petals I clenched too hardhoping you would neverContinue reading ““Before Alphabets” – Nayana Nair”
. When the pain hits my face . (those hands used to the have the softest touch) . my skin would have broken upContinue reading ““Becoming This Person” – Nayana Nair”
I look for a cradle. I look for a caressing hand. I look for everything that is not you. I look for everything you once were.