“Fumbling for better words, better me ” – Nayana Nair

I find myself trappedbetween forgiveness and frustration. How often have I saidthat I want to be your strength.How easy it was to say itwhen I didn’t really know you or me. But nowwhen your breaking and my sadnessis of your makingI am fumbling for better words- words that can show my heartthat aches for youContinue reading ““Fumbling for better words, better me ” – Nayana Nair”

“Count the Roads” – Nayana Nair

I didn’t see her pack her bag but I knew it was definitely hers, from the way she could drag it with such an ease. The same ease with which she dragged most things in her life. Her face twisted and moved till it found that smile that said, “Ignore me, I’m happy”. As sheContinue reading ““Count the Roads” – Nayana Nair”