by Geeta Raj | Jun 14, 2020 | Creative Nonfiction, Creative Writing
Reading Time: 4 minutes Each time I come and go from Houston, I cry. There’s that Ides of March in 2002 when my godfather passed in a car accident and I flew back to Houston. I sobbed in sheer shock from take-off to landing while a gentleman with rough hands reached...
by Geeta Raj | Jun 14, 2020 | Creative Nonfiction, Creative Writing
Reading Time: 5 minutes Visiting the refugee camp in india my father grew up in In 2009 I accompanied my father when he returned to the refugee camp he lived in as a child in India. He left as a young man and returned after 50+ years. Here’s what I saw when I watched...
by Geeta Raj | Jul 14, 2016 | Creative Nonfiction, Creative Writing
Reading Time: 9 minutes Read Time: Approximately a 19 Minute Read I wasn’t sure who the Australian man was talking to. “Do you think your father will be waiting for you?” He repeated the question a few times as I sat staring at him. It took me another few minutes to...
by Geeta Raj | Aug 15, 2010 | Creative Nonfiction, Creative Writing, My Father
Reading Time: 6 minutes Read Time: Approximately a 14 Minute Read New Delhi, India: I started telling my life story to my father over spicy tomato soup in New Delhi. In betweens sips, little-girl gulps and tears, I zig-zagged through pieces of the last 23 years. I had...
by Geeta Raj | Aug 31, 2008 | Creative Nonfiction, Creative Writing
Reading Time: 4 minutes I place a full bowl of popcorn, freshly popped on the stove, (very little canola oil, very little salt, very little butter) next to the 24-carat gold jhumkhe earrings my mom bought me. I dug them out to wear to Paul Auster’s reading the other...
by Geeta Raj | Aug 31, 2008 | Creative Nonfiction, Creative Writing, Personal Essay
Reading Time: 3 minutes Read Time: Approximately a 5 Minute Read Mom, I figured out a new way to make okra. You loved okra, it was one of those dishes that was ‘in your blood,’ it stood for everything North Indian about you. Lady fingers, bhindi, okra. However you...
