“where i am going…” – Nayana Nair

you, my love, my sky,my rain, my breaking heart,the lines of my fate on my aging hands,you, my collection of books that read memore than i read them,you, the beginning of my life. i am beginning to realizethe pain of dying, the prospect of being separatedfrom the warmth of your back, from thehome the turnsContinue reading ““where i am going…” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (12)” – Nayana Nair

hailstones.that’s what i remember.when the stones fellonto the already breaking roofs of our class,the girl who sat three rows aheadstopped reading.everyone who was busy day dreaming,who had shut their ears to every useless fact that we come to learn,knew how to listen to this,to this violence that could hurt but won’t. i sat there listening,wonderingContinue reading ““What I Remember (12)” – Nayana Nair”