Geeta had a natural flare for story-writing - and what she wrote was spontaneous, written at one go, without the process of drafting and redrafting. Writing stories, for her, was almost like a story-teller dictating to herself.
Unfortunately, she didn't write many stories - I wish she had. The first three of her stories reproduced here, date back to early parts of '80s... this was also the time when we had first time moved out of the comfortable cacoon of family and institute - a kind of first entry into the social adult world. In many ways these stories also represent the process of coming to terms with this new reality. For Geeta, this reality was inhabited by a rich variety of personalities, who, more often than not, interacted with each other in a rather clumsy manner - more so because most social situations seemed to revolve around an implicit aim of politely disguising their own inherent anamolies...