“Potential” – Nayana Nair

My every action feels like a potential trigger for my all-seeing god and his all-criticizing followers to throw me into the hell that is still under construction. They are always changing the furniture, always tearing down new wallpapers, to suit to life I fear most. But I can never make up my mind. Maybe knowing,Continue reading ““Potential” – Nayana Nair”

“One of them” – Nayana Nair

Slowly I hear a flood, a riot, a madness of people rushing towards me. Their voices turning from gossiping whispers to name calling. Their anger pulling triggers real and imaginary. I hear a silence in the world that looks at me and tell me a list of things I did wrong to deserve this. TheyContinue reading ““One of them” – Nayana Nair”