“My place in this cruel landscape” – Nayana Nair

when i stood in front of the respected uncaring adultswho could never see me, beside the fickle-minded fun-seeking friendswho smoked ‘idgaf attitude’ every night, holding the handsof the demanding demeaning frightening voiceof the one i wanted to love,the one i almost loved, i knew how to smile.i knew how to let them off the hook.iContinue reading ““My place in this cruel landscape” – Nayana Nair”

“More Boxes” – Nayana Nair

Everyday I buy more boxes and more trunks, to stow away the harmless opinions and stories of mine that have never left my mouth, and have never known how the cold air of this world feels like. They are better off not knowing how they are going to be broken and crushed till nothing ofContinue reading ““More Boxes” – Nayana Nair”