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”
We found each other on an unfamiliar street, lost in the vanishing promises and fickle feet, on journeys of days to all burnt down plays, holding the copied out lines, clutching the words we will never get to say.
I am not walking over your footprints. I am walking into the space you used to occupy in this world. I am walking into your absence. I am taking your place. I am taking your voice. I am taking in the laughter that escaped your lips and never found their way back. I am walkingContinue reading ““Your Place” – Nayana Nair”
I will give you a list houses that once used to be my home and addresses that are the only memory that has not been blurred or manipulated by my mind. If you ever want to find me, go there. You will see the line of trees that framed my sunrise and almost dry riversbedsContinue reading ““Home” – Nayana Nair”
Though I thought it would be difficult. Each step I took with an ease and with a courage that I didn’t know was there in me. No sadness in the world existed in my face or heart, but only a child, a smaller me, tugging at my clothes, telling me to stop trying hard toContinue reading ““Stop tugging at my clothes” – Nayana Nair”
She walked down the road In the middle of “everywhere”. With the wind ruffling through her skirt And wild flowers stomped beneath her feet. Her hair twisted around her little finger Along with his heart. Of the one who had walked by her side For an eternity. His one hand carrying the luggage And otherContinue reading ““THE JOURNEY”- Nayana Nair”
In school, exams used to end by March. We used to cry over this 24×7 studying. Praying for exams to get over somehow and determined not to touch even a book after exams. As soon as exams get over, our happiness is as if we/re being released from prison. Few holidays, then results are out.Continue reading ““Notebooks”- Nayana Nair”