“The wind is picking up” – Nayana Nair

The wind is picking up.The white sand unlike watersinks everything too slowly.And so the shade less trees of eucalyptus become shadows that I learn to love.They become compass that knows no direction,but just piece this world to hold, the silent assurancethat I am not yet lost, though my eyes can’t tell. *** The wind isContinue reading ““The wind is picking up” – Nayana Nair”