“Waiting for the fireworks to end” – Nayana Nair

In her loudest, happiest voiceshe told me aboutone of her near-death loves,how she wished her skinwould stop keeping her alive.She laughed at how we bothalways find something awfully painful or ugly in common,how we should probably never call each otherjust to remind each other of the spitethat lives in our blood. I moved her lacklusterContinue reading ““Waiting for the fireworks to end” – Nayana Nair”