“On My Own” – Nayana Nair

Once the shade of the shutters are rolled down,once I am left on my own,reason and explanation rush in,try to cling and climb up the cracks of my heart,and the folds of my brain,trying desperately to stop meto reach out, to find mein the fog of fear. But I am already far ahead,my hands reachContinue reading ““On My Own” – Nayana Nair”

“Apples” – Nayana Nair

As she hands me a slice of peeled apples, I wonder how many people she has fed. How many felt the gratitude for it, only for the time its taste lasted on their tongue. What it must feel like, peeling apples for your daughter while she is slowly peeling you away from her life. UnknowinglyContinue reading ““Apples” – Nayana Nair”