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...
