“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”

“Flowers used to bloom here” – Nayana Nair

There is a wall of flowers before her.She looks at it as if they are a softer kind of firework,a firework in reverse,the colors leaving the petals, crawling deep into itself,leaving the color of the inevitable sad endingthat Nature always ends up falling for,after a series of boys who lied to her about a foreverinContinue reading ““Flowers used to bloom here” – Nayana Nair”