“I let him drive” – Nayana Nair

I roll down my windowhoping for the first timethat I knew how to driveso that I wouldn’t have a confused witnessto my impulse of moving forward by a mileand falling down by a heartbeat. “Is everything alright?”,he asks me too often.I don’t bother to calm him down by saying ‘yes’as I was doing an hourContinue reading ““I let him drive” – Nayana Nair”