and this sad premise is not a commentaryon how rotten the world isbut an observationthat we have a pattern that is hard to break. that people often misinterpret the habit of one thingas a proof of its superiority over everything else in world. that words can move your heart,sometimes for worse.it can move you towardsContinue reading ““maintain my world” – Nayana Nair”
I don’t know what to say. I hear your hurt. I feel your words against my skin. The words that have left your mouth, left your heart, stay suspended alone in the air. All I can do is to give them some space on my hands to settle and to rest. Or else, I amContinue reading ““To settle, To rest” – Nayana Nair”
The corners of the page where my hand rest, are smeared with a darkness that reminds me of you. And some things in life are beautiful, just because they are painful and sad and comforting, just like you.