the most beautifulbitter bitsof this worldbelong to me now.a car rushes by far awayand i wonder aboutthe girl crying her eyes outon the table not far from mine,or the middle-aged man looking lostin front of his home in my window,or the woman who left her phone and purseon her table on purposeand turned back atContinue reading ““Audience” – Nayana Nair”
I think a lot, But seldom write. I feel incapable of writing. My thoughts get crystallized In my mind and refuses To flow through my pen. Frozen out of fear. Knowing that with each word I pen, I am one step closer to realizing, That I am ORDINARY.