“The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair

I planted the idea of a happy family,a happy tomorrow,into the eyes of my motherwith breaking tips of my pencilsagainst her granite eye lashes. I told her the story about the boywho is ever so sadbecause his parents didn’t care enough,who weeps on his empty birthdays,who weeps into my heart.I tell her I am notContinue reading ““The eyes of my mother” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (24)” – Nayana Nair

It is time to go out into the world. It is time that I try hard to get my heart brokenand pretend that it is happening for the first time, to claim that I trusted blindlyknowing it is not something I am capable of, to fit my body awkwardlyin the kind of life that peopleContinue reading ““What I Remember (24)” – Nayana Nair”

“Reckless” – Nayana Nair

I always told myself that I am doing something wrong if I do not ask myself hundred question about my own intent and about my own ability to face the result of what I was doing. In my bouts of recklessness I may have done a lot of things that I regret but that areContinue reading ““Reckless” – Nayana Nair”

“Not Much” – Nayana Nair

I am tempted to walk into the night and look for you who has always stood on the other side of my fear, waiting for me everyday, carrying a flower of hundred petals petals that wither one by one like the clock that marks days not hours, days that otherwise would have been too longContinue reading ““Not Much” – Nayana Nair”