“Under the Blue” – Nayana Nair

The button of self-destruct was never so glorious,never so definite, never so absoluteuntil she uttered “end” and it sounded like “home” to me. I feared looking at the mark of x on my mapsthat she had found with great pains.The blue under the mark looked so harmless even when it was not. Only when IContinue reading ““Under the Blue” – Nayana Nair”