“Is this what this distance, this decision means?” – Nayana Nair

With my back to the my cold family namethe metallic alphabets printing hard on my clothes,I standwith my feet half out of my pretty shoes –with my painted nails still hidden in the skin of another animal,my hands revolving the beautiful replica of Saturnaround the plastic heart on my elaborate key chain- a stage ofContinue reading ““Is this what this distance, this decision means?” – Nayana Nair”

“Seasons” – Nayana Nair

My seasons are excited to be finally released into the world again, after wrecking havoc over people whom they saw as trees to be burnt and rivers to be flood. Before they leave me they look into my eyes, and again they have misunderstood the fear in my eyes as my wish. Again I prepareContinue reading ““Seasons” – Nayana Nair”


“The people of the world run about excitedly as if they were going to miss the yearly, royal, sacrificial feast, or as if they were going to be the last one to climb a high tower on a beautiful spring day. I alone remain quiet and indifferent. Unoccupied by worldly cares, I move forward toContinue reading “Nowhere”