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 | Dec 1, 2015 | Creative Writing, Poetry
Reading Time: 2 minutes Hum vaha seh yaha tuk aah gaya hain Hum vaha seh yaha thuk aah gaya hain Mugur yaha ahna she maan nahin ah gayi She’s come: there to here. What follows is the paradox of the Indian woman: “I am here but still in the land where I learned how to...
by Geeta Raj | Sep 15, 2012 | Creative Writing, Personal Essay
Reading Time: < 1 minute In 2012, I took a trip to Spain to complete half the Camino de Santiago. 200+ kilometers in 11 days! Some pictures below and here’s a video I made. The video is meant to be fun, silly and funny – nothing serious! I’d been wanting to do the...
by Geeta Raj | Jun 20, 2012 | Creative Writing, Fiction
Reading Time: 16 minutes Velvet LTD January 2014 By Geeta Raj At Twelve Years I wake up startled to a quiet early morning. I’m in a car, in America, still a child. I slip back into my dream about India, by the Ganges River. Early morning prayer bells,...
