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”
We found each other on an unfamiliar street, lost in the vanishing promises and fickle feet, on journeys of days to all burnt down plays, holding the copied out lines, clutching the words we will never get to say.
I believe that once you had the chance to be true to someone. I feel that someone is not me. I know that whatever aches in you was a wound that you chose to forget, that wound carries a name unfamiliar to me. I cannot hold your promises when my hands are full of doubts.Continue reading ““Make you mine” – Nayana Nair”