“Undying” – Nayana Nair

The brightest star of my childhood dreamssits on the set of a sitcomand tells jokes about me.He wins few hearts and breaks few guitars-becomes an artist of some kind.He fills the screens with the love he only spoke about.I become a bit more irrational in his storiessometimes so much, that I feel no wonderwhen heContinue reading ““Undying” – Nayana Nair”

“I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair

I wonder‘me being right’at what point of time it became synonymousto finding out that his heart is empty-my name washed out by the waves of the other girl.The girl whom he swore is not his type.“I was right”, I said as my hand trembled with anger and then fearas I waited for the reply, forContinue reading ““I don’t want to be right anymore” – Nayana Nair”

“A Silent Machinery” – Nayana Nair

I put on my favorite show(that I have seen for umpteenth time),increase the volume,fill my plate.My eyes glued to TVnotices too late all that I have spilled,fill my plate with things I won’t eat. The same beautiful scene.Under the yellow light stand two actors,pretending to be in love,doing a better job at itthat we everContinue reading ““A Silent Machinery” – Nayana Nair”

“Unsettling” – Nayana Nair

One day I was watching TV or I thought I was until it seemed that the boy whose silence alone was unsettling to many, the loud girl who dreams of becoming the nightmare she suffers, even the clueless proud parent who try hard to be cool were all angry, everyone was shouting not at eachContinue reading ““Unsettling” – Nayana Nair”

“Dull Decorations” – Nayana Nair

Today as I ate, as I looked around at the woodwork, at the dull decorations on the wall, at the TV show without sound, as I made way from lifting spoon again and again swallowing my way through the alieniating conversation, through the one chunk of time filled with boredom to the next changing intoContinue reading ““Dull Decorations” – Nayana Nair”

“Flowers, skies and me” – Nayana Nair

I place myself in the center of room as you panic to pack up your stuff, being careful that nothing is left behind. There are flowers growing in the corners of the room that ask you to stay. There are green skies that we painted. There are flaws your and mine that decorate this wall.Continue reading ““Flowers, skies and me” – Nayana Nair”