“fairy tales” – Nayana Nair

a broken endwith a light(a lighter duller than me)touches me.someonesays the magic words,the loathsome wordsthat make me the old alice.i am made to leavethe seat, the home,the dream, the rightsthat are too big for me.they leave me a tiny suitcasesfilled with fancy dressesmade of used socks and handkerchiefs.they are cute,they are kind,they have read theirContinue reading ““fairy tales” – Nayana Nair”

“What I Remember (21)” – Nayana Nair

I prod and push the glass slowly, carefullyto the edge of the table,where your glass stands.At the edge where you place your suitcase,where you always tie your laces once againjust to be sure. That is the place you tell me to lovewhen you think I might lend something of meto keep such place alive,to keepContinue reading ““What I Remember (21)” – Nayana Nair”