“Blue Rant” – Nayana Nair

I have heard many saythat blue is saddest color.But what I find more sad ishow almost everyone I knowknows how to imagine/recall a sadnessat the mention of this color. I imagine this-all of us,millions of us standing in one huge roomand someone mentioning this color,this harmless color. I imagine our collective sadness, our collective agony.IContinue reading ““Blue Rant” – Nayana Nair”

“my dying love for lemonades and other similar things” – Nayana Nair

In my wardrobeI have hidden skeletons of you and mefrom last year, from the year before,even the year that never was (as per your memory). When my head aches from the mention of all the lightI am supposed to see in life (according to the countless articles on positive thinking), when I have had enough,Continue reading ““my dying love for lemonades and other similar things” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember(7)” – Nayana Nair

I have got something against most words and most sentences that proclaim that everything is achievable, that dreams come true, that life is perfect picture if you want it to, that everything is in our hands, and happiness is ours if we have to courage to step out of the shadows of our fear. BecauseContinue reading ““What I Remember(7)” – Nayana Nair”

“Gray Crowd” – Nayana Nair

There is only this life, that is made by imitation of stories. Stories that told me how to feel and what to say, told me to cry and ruin myself if you turn away, told me to leave my everything for your sake, never told me how tedious all this could become and how muchContinue reading ““Gray Crowd” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (1)” – Nayana Nair

the floors of the uni i went to were too slippery, too shiny, crowded with too many people whom i couldn’t look at nor understand. i see people print the words of fond memories in the air when they are reminded of days when they had friends. but i do not remember anyone having friends.Continue reading ““What I Remember (1)” – Nayana Nair”

“Grow a New Heart”- Nayana Nair

My voice no longer cracks at the mention of loss, or at the mention of love (once they always followed each other like ants in search for food) I have grown a new heart, that doesn’t want to be covered with shields, that is capable of losing without bitterness, that can hold your hand andContinue reading ““Grow a New Heart”- Nayana Nair”