“Till I become half of what I was” – Nayana Nair

The soap slips through my fingersand falls onto the floor(a floor that in my mind is never clean enough).I wash the soap vigorously, till it becomes half of what it was.My teachers would be proud to know that I take germs somewhat seriously even now.Even now, when I am sure of only of my loneliness*,suchContinue reading ““Till I become half of what I was” – Nayana Nair”