Sinéad Ní BhriainGokarnaI’ve had three homes in Gokarna; a cabin in the forest, a basement flat and an empty convent. The forest stay was a gift from a friend…Oct 29, 2021Oct 29, 2021
Sinéad Ní BhriainKolkata Morning (A Poem)Sunlight warms red brick walls and turns the cobblestones golden. The balcony door swings half open and Aashalatha is inside, her name…Oct 28, 2021Oct 28, 2021
Sinéad Ní BhriainA Song From The Eternal ForestJust behind the reach of the eye is a forest And from it you'll hear birds and, now and then, the lilt of flute music. A light breeze…Oct 28, 2021Oct 28, 2021
Sinéad Ní BhriainVaranasi (A Poem)When I first came to Kashi It was December and the air was fresh. The train ride was rough, uncomfortable, stinking.. A hard bed, the chaos…Oct 28, 2021Oct 28, 2021
Sinéad Ní BhriainKathmanduI happily left Dubai, after a month of not finding a job there, to fly to Nepal. We were leaving behind temperatures of 50°C during Ramadan…Oct 28, 2021Oct 28, 2021
Sinéad Ní BhriainBooks I Didn’t WantOld Delhi by the Jama Masjid is an unlikely place to wax nostalgic over, but sometimes I do. I say it’s unlikely because of the crushing…Oct 28, 2021Oct 28, 2021