“I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair

I wonder‘me being right’at what point of time it became synonymousto finding out that his heart is empty-my name washed out by the waves of the other girl.The girl whom he swore is not his type.“I was right”, I said as my hand trembled with anger and then fearas I waited for the reply, forContinue reading ““I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair”

“Lucky” – Nayana Nair

I cannot digest all that I read and find to be true. Some portion of every beautiful art hurts my heart. All the tragedies and even forgettable bruises could have been a play set under crimson bloodied skies but they are not. They happen in spaces that looks like the one we might have passedContinue reading ““Lucky” – Nayana Nair”

“Unnoticed” – Nayana Nair

Yesterday, a line etched on my hands slipped away from the skin that once held it so dearly and still I lived on as if the the fate I lived now was the one I was destined for. I like to call it yesterday for it is easy to suppose that we always knew whatContinue reading ““Unnoticed” – Nayana Nair”

“New Organ” – Nayana Nair

All the words that I have gulped down are still inside me, never digested. They have found a space for themselves- A new throbbing organ that I cannot name, since I have never named my organs, someone else always does it for me (does it for all of us) and tells me through fading wordsContinue reading ““New Organ” – Nayana Nair”