Post MFA.  I submitted a proposal for the first time to read my creative work for the annual symposium at the University of Hawaii-Manoa on Pedagogy and Community Building sponsored by the Center for South Asian Studies.  Something about the call for papers from a wide variety of people- not just academics, but artists, writers, practicioners- drew me to submit a proposal.  All credit goes to Professor Sai Bhatawedkar for this vision.  I have been to many conferences but as a lawyer, not as a writer and certainly not to share from my project about the Meos and family history.  Reading such intimate work, turning the anthropological gaze inwards to understand my own identity and community, was new territory. 

I arrived a few days before the conference and appropriately wandered around Waikiki beach.  To prepare a reading at the beach for a panel was new and should really be done more.  The conference turned out to be as eclectic as one might have imagined with participants from all over- the US, Canada, India and we all had a wondrous few days together, culminating in snorkeling in the Great Pacific ocean.  

MFA Rutgers-Newark

I finished my MFA in Creative Writing from Rutgers-Newark. I was exhausted and sad and grateful when it ended. I studied with so many impressive faculty, John Keene, Alice Elliot Dark, Tayari Jones, Akhil Sharma, Jayne Anne Phillips, Brenda Shaughnessy. And of course, classmates from all walks of life. During the MFA, I had two student readings, including one at the KGB Bar which held the student reading series. I revised many short stories, some poems, worked on a hybrid memoir, and even learned how to make a visual book, interlaying poems with images.

It’s an unusual gift to be in such an environment, immersed in reading and creative writing. The mind and heart just unfurls. It would be difficult to describe to anyone who has not underwent this experience the kind of connections that form from sharing creative work, so unlike any kind of classroom experience I’ve had.

Ithaca Image-Text Workshop

July 2015

After the first year of the MFA in Creative Writing at Rutgers-Newark, I spent two weeks at Ithaca College at an Image-Text workshop taught by writer Catherine Taylor and photographer Nicholas Muellner. We created powerpoints that experimented with images, prose and negative space. I kept thinking of my photography and my words as separate beings, only they insist on merging. During that week I played with a project that fused images of Mewat, archival images, and excerpts of a short story. It was thrilling.

The workshop concluded with a Symposium of writers and visual artists. Claudia Rankine kept giving us student-interns projects. We did what she asked without question, only to learn that she was having us work on a powerpoint project with her. We fused our images with one of hers of a woman walking through the Tate museum and overlayed it with our own images (mine was a series of steps of the Jama Masjid in Old Delhi) and overlayed with a voiceover from a philosophical text. Claudia Rankine worked to teach me how to read this text, encouraging me to slow down, take breaths and pauses, enunciate at the right places. Watch and listen to the final version here:

The whole process was a deep form of play.

John Keene, who later became my thesis advisor, worked away quietly in a corner. In those few days, he produced the skeleton of book of poetry, later accompanied by photographs with Nicholas Mueller and published by ITI Press. I met many artists there, including a friend Ching-In Chen who wrote a novel-in-poems called The Heart’s Traffic. So much experimentation.

Ithaca too is beautiful, full of greenery and gorges.

Voices of Our Nation (VONA), UC Berkeley

2014, I went to my first writing retreat at VONA. On a whim, a close friend told me that we should apply together. I’m so glad I did. I spent a week at UC Berkeley in Willie Perdomo’s poetry workshop. One has to experience a VONA workshop to know the kind of electricity, conversations, friendships it generates.

Here’s our group picture, “Poets Looking Up at the Sky.”

Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Home

Spring 2014, Visiting Cross Creek

One afternoon I set out to see the writer Marjorie Kinnan Rawling’s home in rural Florida, two hours from my own hometown. It was a pilgrimage of sorts; I have a fascination with writer abodes. I was in transition at the time, anxious about the future. I found comfort in her sweltering Florida home amongst orange groves.

Rawling lived in Cross Creek from 1928 -’53. A DC native and at first an anthropologist of sorts, she began writing fiction about the “Florida crackers” who were neighbors. She published The Yearling. It was translated in many languages, including Hindi, a copy of which is in display at Cross Creek. I was intrigued by her transformation in Florida, reflected in her home which felt like home. I spent the afternoon there, documenting what I saw. She was a great hostess and writers, such as Robert Frost and Zora Neale Hurston, visited. (Her relationship with Zora Neale Hurston was a complicated one because of the racism of the time.)

Florida moss

her typewriter

her kitchen