by geetaraj | May 11, 2019 | Uncategorized
Mother by geetaraj | May 12, 2019 | Creative Writing and Essays | 0 Comments Visiting the Refugee Camp in India Where my Father Grew Up by geetaraj | May 11, 2019 | Creative Non-Fiction, Creative Writing and Essays | 0 Comments In 2009 I accompanied my father when he...
by geetaraj | Aug 31, 2008 | Uncategorized
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 night (hoping he would...
by geetaraj | Jul 10, 2002 | Uncategorized
This is what love is, you smirk, happy to have finally found someone you love so passionately who you can drive to hate you. This is what I am, I swear, and watch myself transform into ice. Find a departure point – then, shatter like glass. I have no response to your...
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