The opening photo of The TrishSaab Blog - a purple sky at sunset over my ancestral home in Punjab, Pakistan. Built by my great grandfather, the house reflects the era in which it was built.

Wooden doors. Shaded verandas. A tiled courtyard.

Four generations later - an inspiration. For a girl who did not live to see the stories from years ago, but they live on through fibres of this very house. Over the years, it has witnessed the rhythms of rural life in Punjab.

Harvests. Celebrations. Daily Routines.

It still stands, and so every story - in between the mortar of each brick will be told. Over and over.

Painted over by the brush of time. Restored with love and care. Passed on through the years.

Told. Re-told. Written. Made into history.

Although this house carries a minority of the stories in Punjab, the stories of joy, struggle, resilience are lived and relived through all of us. Building our heritage, and binding us to it. Written in the whispers of the winds that rustle through the plains of Punjab. Between cities. Across borders. Beyond time. Throughout generations. As the stories unfold, we understand the depth of our culture, and the beauty of traditions.

How lucky we are to carry forward the Punjabi heritage.