I sat there crying. – It hurt to know, how people live, how they smile, how they could look at each other, how they felt welcome wherever they went, how they could sing along and not be reminded of all the sadness that song carried in itself. How my desolate riverside was their ‘beautiful view’,Continue reading ““How people live” – Nayana Nair”
somehow that is where i always found myself. crushed between the expectation that i had from myself, even if these expectation in no way could be ever called achievement, even if i could fulfill them. maybe that is precisely why i felt so crushed when my plans didn’t work out. it was not becauseContinue reading ““What I Remember (3)” – Nayana Nair”
The black puffs of my breath sticks to your dewy green smile. And as I hold your hand, I hope that you never see the rust that is setting in your eyes.
I am sipping my 27th cup of coffee waiting for the shop to get crowded, so people will not eye me with suspicion or pity. So I can be in company of people who have nowhere to go, like me. For whom, home is just a place you run away from. I wait for theContinue reading ““Coffee Shop” – Nayana Nair”