A new announcer has replaced the old one.The one with the shrill voice is too tired or too sad to continue, I guess.This new one, she sounds more like my type.She seems like the one who will define my types.I am so thankful she is not the one who tells me to go back toContinue reading ““some sort of attachment, if not love” – Nayana Nair”
Once I didn’t feel less for wanting less.But now my ambitions are the measure of my capabilities. Now as I try to get/buy/copy a new agreeable dream,I am instructed to be ‘unapologetically me’,apologising only to myselfevery time I smile in a life that I didn’t wantand can never love.
The fear that leaves our heart, at some point, does it make its way back to us? Does it still look like our nightmare when it returns? Do we still look away when it moves closer to us? Do we close our eyes again on the horrid memories, the alienation and the helplessness? And letContinue reading ““Ones Who Broke Us” – Nayana Nair”
Feign innocence. Indulge in their views. Do not make you life a contradiction to theirs. Utter false words of underdstanding. And they will let you be. They do not have much ambition. They simply want to rule your words and action. Your thoughts at least belong to you. and they will continue to till youContinue reading ““Guide to living in cage” – Nayana Nair”