“To the one who who couldn’t change me” – Nayana Nair

The answers I hearare never the words you speak. The answers I hear answers arepoorly dubbed clips of proven cruelties and truththat only a stranger to my pain could utter,that only you could utter. It is the thoughtlessnesswith which you try to pronounce hope with ease in front of me,even when you know the namesContinue reading ““To the one who who couldn’t change me” – Nayana Nair”

“Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair

I checked my diaries for the hints of regrets, for the eroding structures of demands I once made from life. I checked my skin for the trace of scars- the remains of the unreasonable yet necessary decisions. The sharp bleeding memory of the blade, of the hatred I inflicted on myself. I checked the outlineContinue reading ““Eroding Structures” – Nayana Nair”

“Great Escape” – Nayana

Even on this side of the mirror, in the world of shining surfaces and sharp and dissolving images, I have found myself looking for clues of this fabricated world; of trying to look for a secret trapdoor and hidden rooms, for a way out of here. Not thinking even once what it meant to beContinue reading ““Great Escape” – Nayana”