Author: Paree Punnj

Writing, to me, is a voice for the things we cannot say. In this vast, temporary world, words are forgotten but the feeling that those words made you experience will remain immortal. I find inspiration in colors and turning them into feelings.

Hiraeth (Welsh)

A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, or a home which maybe never was. At eight, when we had to leave my childhood house in the village which had a backyard and a swing, to move into one above a restaurant in the city, I cried for an entire month. My mother, […]

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The Lost Shoe

  When I was a child, I lost a shoe while walking through the market. It was a busy market on a hot summer day and my mother couldn’t wait to get out of there. I remember she complained that morning about having to go all the way to the city for something so frivolous […]

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The Brown Belt

My father had a thick brown color belt. It was the only one he had. When it broke or wore out, he would buy the same one. He didn’t care if it matched his shoes. Probably because you could never see him wearing it. You see, he never tucked his shirt. Always roamed around town […]

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Of my Aunt’s Bindis, Bangles, and Courage

At the break of dawn, I heard the soft rhythm of the clothes hitting the stone plank at a distance. I lethargically carried myself to the window and peeped out to see Ammu Maasi tirelessly trashing the clothes and then taking a moment to delicately tuck the lone strand of hair behind her ear that […]

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