“Another season that pretends to be spring” – Nayana Nair

“love” you utter this word so oftenwith a sadness that sounds bigger than this word,bigger that whatever it may have given you at one time. is this the sadness that you are trying to burn away?does it hurt when it also burns a part of you as well,turning whatever is left into charred surface? isContinue reading ““Another season that pretends to be spring” – Nayana Nair”

“Your Cactus” – Nayana Nair

i never learnt about gardening, nor about patience, nor about caring,nor about looking after anything that doesn’t speak, doesn’t complain,doesn’t tell me in plain words how i am terrible, how i mistakes make meeven if those mistakes are not mine. i wish i was blind, i wish i was mute, i wish i was theContinue reading ““Your Cactus” – Nayana Nair”