“Stranded” – Nayana Nair

The tissues I have cried into are my excuses, to hide the clutter of calls and love I forgot to return. Sometimes it is too late to clear the mess I made. It is more difficult to retain my will to clean it all up, which sort of made me guilty of creating another sadContinue reading ““Stranded” – Nayana Nair”

“Hiding” – Nayana Nair

The noise of the crumpled tissues walked upon fills me up again. Without the colors of reasons or pain that once made it unbearable, I envy that me who could be so passionately sad for the someone else or even for myself. Now the the rivers of concern run beneath the surface of my heartContinue reading ““Hiding” – Nayana Nair”