Things that make me happy

universe fireflie has tagged me in this really sweet post about ten things that make me happy.I will try to answer them to the best of my ability, but it is going to be tough. If you are aware of my writing, you would have noticed that I am more than capable of writing aboutContinue reading “Things that make me happy”

“why am i hurt by your hopes?” – Nayana Nair

i thought…i wanted…i am always looking for…i am nothing without… must i fill these sentences?is it compulsoryto tell you where it hurts and why? the pencil bends and breaksin my hand, but my voice won’t crack.i think a bit of my cruelty shows through everything that i do. “have you ever wanted to be aContinue reading ““why am i hurt by your hopes?” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (15)” – Nayana Nair

I think of the clothes that are too tight or too loose for me,of my skin that doesn’t like me the way it used to.How the mirrors in my home are hidden by the growing towers of books.I wonder what this says about me?I think of the fear that I feel when I am alone,theContinue reading ““What I Remember (15)” – Nayana Nair”

“Ending the Blue Days” – Nayana Nair

as i walk among all that should be ruins, i feel humbled. i feel stupid to think that these small sorrows of mine are something that could end this world. i find another overused word on my lips again – promises. they remind me of promises. they remind of having something more important than onesContinue reading ““Ending the Blue Days” – Nayana Nair”

Sunshine Blogger Award

I am doing an award post after a long long time. What resulted in this delay?Something as simple as losing track of where I had saved the text file where I had made a list of posts to respond to. Sorry about that. 😦 Now PritAmDas had nominated me for Sunshine Blogger Award sometime inContinue reading “Sunshine Blogger Award”

“Growing Up” – Nayana Nair

Growing up we become closer to the person we are not. How shallow the facade of maturity is. How fragile the moments when we feel a human, how quickly they are lost. How we grapple at the loose ends of what’s left behind. How we ask ourselves questions and write about person in the mirror.Continue reading ““Growing Up” – Nayana Nair”