“What I Remember (29)” – Nayana Nair

At a bus stand in front of mall (that I have never been to)I learnt how to wait and how to live with disappointmentswithout making a big deal of it. In the bracket of an hour, I grew smaller than I ever thought I could be.“this is what love does to you, this is whatContinue reading ““What I Remember (29)” – Nayana Nair”

“Stay Awake” – Nayana Nair

You loved well. I loved well. The saddest days we have made it though are proof that. We have survived through the worst, it is just that we don’t know how to love each other in peace. How to keep our love alive when there are no enemies threatening it. The calendars change, the furnitureContinue reading ““Stay Awake” – Nayana Nair”

“Future You Saw” – Nayana Nair

You say, “There are two of me and two of you and if we are trying to be precise in the count of us I think there are many me and many you.” Does it even matter, to think about all the people we were just for a day? To complain about a love thatContinue reading ““Future You Saw” – Nayana Nair”

“Lose its color” – Nayana Nair

The tears in my hands slowly loose the tint of sorrow. The sorrow that I thought would live longer than me. It loses its color, it loses its pain. It becomes water- pure, simple, and necessary. It becomes a cause, an aide for a new and better life to exist and survive.

“My Dear” – Nayana Nair

My dear, Our hands muddied with smaller crimes and greater guilts, are the only hands that we have to hold each other. Our faults make up this love is the only love that can survive the deaths of our hope and trust in each other.

“Guide to living in cage” – Nayana Nair

Feign innocence. Indulge in their views. Do not make you life a contradiction to theirs. Utter false words of underdstanding. And they will let you be. They do not have much ambition. They simply want to rule your words and action. Your thoughts at least belong to you. and they will continue to till youContinue reading ““Guide to living in cage” – Nayana Nair”

“Apples” – Nayana Nair

As she hands me a slice of peeled apples, I wonder how many people she has fed. How many felt the gratitude for it, only for the time its taste lasted on their tongue. What it must feel like, peeling apples for your daughter while she is slowly peeling you away from her life. UnknowinglyContinue reading ““Apples” – Nayana Nair”

“STORY” – Nayana Nair

How proud we should be to be human. How proud indeed. How civilized we are, to kill each other when given a chance. How learned we are, to destroy anything that is different from us. These pages of history that we have left mark on. and these pages of today that we read each morning.Continue reading ““STORY” – Nayana Nair”