PIE-yell, PAY-Y’all, Pee-all, and to play it safe it was just Patel.
Growing up with a unique name is something I know well.
To make things easy it’s pronounced PILE.
A pile of shoes that I can’t help adding to every time I go shopping.
A pile of old Bollywood tunes I hum when obsessively organizing anything I can get my hands on.
A pile of traditions that I grew up with, the Southern ones,
the Indian ones, the American ones.
A pile of memories taken from behind a lens.
A pile of mixed up languages in my head.
A pile of a superstitions, and a bit of dramatic flare.
Hi, I’m Payal.