When all things that are not divinefound a home in me,I realized they would probablybe the only friends I ever make.I read up many books and considered taking up some mildly destructive and slightly disturbing hobbies,so that I could know them better.So I could become someone they could accept.I looked for a teacher who couldContinue reading ““Whatever Blooms in Darkness” – Nayana Nair”
I remember nodding along to what you said. It would have been similar to how I agreed with everyone who were obviously wrong, but with you I agreed not for peace but for happiness- that I realized can be bought for something as small as silence. It sounds less crude when called it consideration, whichContinue reading ““Small Cost” – Nayana Nair”
The silence, whose reasons evades your understanding, doesn’t fit in the the 200 page guide to this world you have made, that irritates you, also lets you paint me worse that what I am, lets you add footnotes to my words.
The difficulty of looking at empty roads and imagining a crowd in which I could search for you. Of looking at our life imagining difficulties, imagining hurdles to cross to reach you. But here you are separated from me by a sheet of decaying skin. You are painfully near and no guides have been writtenContinue reading ““Imagining Difficulties” – Nayana Nair”