I hold my fist close to my heart, I hold your hand tighter than ever. How long has it been since we last saw each other? How long before we meet again? These few hours that separates our periods of separation, these hours have become minutes, have become question marks that we pretend we can’tContinue reading ““Connecting Flight” – Nayana Nair”
How long can we stay at sidelines and watch a flower being crushed. How many can we save even if we try? There are many flowers on numerous path and there are many people who have places to go.
There have been numerous accounts of my failing life and the reasons of my silence. And these stories never cease to surprise me. From time to time I find the people in my life have had a story about me all along that even I was not aware of. Their uncalled kindness and their uncalledContinue reading ““Stories about me” – Nayana Nair”
You sit beside my favorite book, after you hand me a cup of tea. Though I want to know what you’ve been up to, we just look out as we have done numerous times, when we had too much to say but didn’t want to. Knowing that silence of this room we will make usContinue reading ““A cup of tea on a rainy day” – Nayana Nair”