“Moments with a Cold Sun” – Nayana Nair

With each day crossed out.With each dresses, each mask added to the my wardrobe.With each hand that passed into mine,with each hand that moved onto the next too easily,I realized I knew how to dance to this tunethat used to frighten me once. Another stranger,another potential lover,another sun that has already grown cold,whispers in myContinue reading ““Moments with a Cold Sun” – Nayana Nair”