“The last brick is in my heart” – Nayana Nair

In every country, in every city,on every streetstands a home that could have been ours.I am a daydreamer like thatAs I passed the house with an always crying child,as I passed the house with the overwhelming smell of incense,as I passed the house with singing reality shows played on repeatI only thought of the lifeContinue reading ““The last brick is in my heart” – Nayana Nair”