“Living some sort of life” – Nayana Nair

His face lit upwith the death of every colorful explosion in the sky.He hates this sky on other days(among other things).Today he loves it, this darkness,this crowd, even me.(Maybe not me,but it doesn’t mean anything to me now.But in moments like thisI am reminded of the “me” who would have wanted his loveor at leastContinue reading ““Living some sort of life” – Nayana Nair”