Chocolate for Brekkie, Starlight for Din

18 Apr

Language can be a beautiful thing. You can stack up phrases and bite into them like a sandwich of plump shrimp. You can twirl sentences like I curl hair around my fingers, gazing absently at its tensile brownness against my skin. You can dip into it like the soothing jasmine green tea I have recently discovered. It bubbles and warbles in a kettle and the words spill over as you lie on your back, high on the sound they make. Language is the quiet of California rain. The cacophony of Bhendi Bazaar. The little shiver that tingles down your back when he looks at you that way.

Language is a new chaise lounge from Ikea. I’ve been curled up on it and refuse to vacate. Language makes me reach for grey skies and wrap them snugly around the shoulders. Eat a doughy chocolate cookie for breakfast and warm tortillas for lunch. Language makes me unrecognizable to him. I prefer you, he says simply. And OJ bristles. Shifts uncomfortably on her cushion for a while, then goes back to watching steam fog up the window. The landscape shuts itself out and she turns inward again.

15 Responses to “Chocolate for Brekkie, Starlight for Din”

  1. Aunty G April 18, 2011 at 11:55 pm #

    See how skilfully she weaves her words
    We can picture every scene under her blurbs
    As delicious as toffee
    As refreshing as coffee
    She makes us soar in the sky like happy birds!

  2. the mad momma April 19, 2011 at 1:51 am #

    sigh… write more, OJ

  3. dezann April 19, 2011 at 3:32 am #

    Lovely Post OJ:) I second and salute Aunty G’s comment. Thanks.

    This post makes me want to lie down in a field of red clover and look at the ash blue sky and think about all the things, language has made me feel – and not feel:)

  4. Roxana April 19, 2011 at 11:24 am #

    Beautiful language is the goosebumps that prick my arm, when you write *this* way.

  5. Roxana April 19, 2011 at 11:25 am #

    Arrgghh. I meant goosebump that pricks my arm. Bad grammer alert!

  6. sukanyabora April 19, 2011 at 7:54 pm #

    you, you …wordsmith…i envy your writing…your talent. this was just beautiful.

  7. dipali April 19, 2011 at 9:33 pm #

    Evocative as ever!

  8. Vidya April 20, 2011 at 8:36 am #

    Tiramisu.Waterfall.Dewdrop.That’s just how beautiful this post is.Also,I believe congratulations are in order,OJ.I visited your blog after quite a while and I see that you are now married and in San Francisco? 🙂 Keep writing.Cheers.

  9. girlfriend-in-manhattan April 20, 2011 at 9:28 am #

    beautifully written OJ (your hair curls in california- really???)…back on your continent, will call soon for proper (or improper;) catch up xoxox

  10. sukanyabora April 20, 2011 at 11:19 am #

    i am ashamed to say that this is the zillionth time i am reading this post of yours…just cant keep myself away…it is THAT beautiful. so need this distraction now.
    thank you.

  11. Orange Jammies April 21, 2011 at 12:13 am #

    Aunty G: Toffee. I heart toffee.

    the mad momma: I’ve always been ambivalent about that and I’m not completely sure why.

    dezann: 🙂 Good to hear from you.

    Roxana: Oh wow. Thanks!

    sukanya: Now I’m all embarrassed. 😳 And hey, don’t be ashamed. Do what it takes to feel better.

    dipali: 🙂

    Vidya: Yes, thank you. Come back before I have a baby. 😛

    girlfriend: You’re back! You’re back! 😀 *does a complicated twirl* *And lands on her nose*

  12. M.... April 21, 2011 at 11:31 am #

    Lovely Post.
    Though do you really have to talk about food? I mean, I rarely missed Indian food while I was there (given I was in NJ), but suddenly I am missing the obnoxious Thai aunty, the handsome Greek boy, the lovable Gujju uncle( who always up-sized the coffee and gave me free donuts),…

  13. Vaani Arora May 10, 2011 at 6:01 am #

    Love every word you write! Its like scenes strung together like pearls on a string. Write some more 🙂

  14. Orange Jammies May 18, 2011 at 12:36 pm #

    M…: Oh yes I do. 🙂 Food, my friend, is the stuff of life. And don’t let anybody ever tell you otherwise.

    Vaani: Thanks, Vaani!

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