Vanya Rachel GnaniahIt’s been a while since I went to church on a Sunday and I feel more religious than ever.And in the midst of all of this, I realise that solitude is probably the greatest treasure bestowed upon modern man. To be alone- without…May 21, 2017May 21, 2017
Vanya Rachel GnaniahThe WifeWithin the depths of the abyss is infinite joy A lava brewing hot tea Which I will pour Into the cup of my neighbour For she and I are one.Feb 2, 2017Feb 2, 2017
Vanya Rachel GnaniahOn the Road in Delhi with Cormac McCarthyIf I do not begin writing, words will escape me. If I allow words to escape me, I become empty. And this emptiness will make me an addict…Oct 13, 2016Oct 13, 2016
Vanya Rachel GnaniahThe noise of the Tin DrumYes, Gunther Grass. I hear you. I can hear you drumming away beyond the grave. But do I? Is it noise that I hear that overwhelms me?Feb 12, 2016Feb 12, 2016