“the giants continue to live in my dreams” – Nayana Nair

Across the streetlived the giants.The green giants-who waited for rains to cry,who waited for the night to speak. Thankfully the windows in my temporary homewere small and few.Thankfully it was always cold,that awful cold that makes you want to sleep for a long long time. So I slept and slept.I ate whatever my mother cooked.IContinue reading ““the giants continue to live in my dreams” – Nayana Nair”