Life in California…

14 Jun

….revolves around an ivory leather couch. And a dutifully vacuumed beige carpet. Around a sweet-smelling fruit basket and an oven bubbling with cheese. Around a shared silver car and welcome home kisses. Sherlock Holmes episodes at night and the polite chirping of robins by day.

Life in California revolves around rattan chairs and a white table. Scented candles and sunflowers in a blue vase. Around the warmth of family, a clutch of friends and a cat that eyes me with minimal interest.

Life in California is the goodness of home cooking, lavender in a yellow planter, mildly scented laundry and red Netflix envelopes. French coconut pie, lemons in iced water, shimmering peach gloss and aroma oils. A merging of rhythms, the strains of Sinatra, wide open spaces and Mexican dancing.

Life in California is the technology buzz, swirls of innovation, the thick of things. The beautiful Valley and Mt. Diablo and sting of the cold Pacific on browning skin. Sareed aunties and baby booms and fresh bhel, bhature, bhungra around the nook. Sunshine and summer and chilly evenings; poolside and wifi and stacks of free books.

Life in California is an exhaled breath, a winding down, that feeling of calm. Cherishing people, valuing life, savoring a hard-fought way of being. Counting one’s blessings, praying daily and dangling an evil eye talisman in every reader’s face.

Then comes one downpour in the city of my heart and the fickle spirit turns traitor again.

13 Responses to “Life in California…”

  1. Sig June 14, 2011 at 6:32 pm #

    California sounds wonderful…but then I know the feeling when homesickness hits too 🙂 Beautifully written 🙂

  2. Orange Jammies June 15, 2011 at 7:43 pm #

    Sig: Thanks, Siggy. 🙂

  3. silentoneinlondon June 16, 2011 at 3:55 am #

    So beautifully written. Loved it.

  4. dipali June 16, 2011 at 4:02 am #

    Such beauty, and then that oh-so-poignant last line.
    Be of good cheer, in the city of your love.

  5. sukanyabora June 16, 2011 at 5:41 am #

    the rain just does it for you, girl!!! nostalgia and homesickness, hard to bear at times.

    i love the way you write, have said many times and will continue to do so.

  6. alice June 16, 2011 at 11:41 am #

    Hi OJ.. I am new to your commenting space, but been reading your blog for a while now.

    “Then comes one downpour in the city of my heart and the fickle spirit turns traitor again. ” just made me de-lurk, to say, you have captured my sentiments exactly (when I used to live outside India, that is).

    Lovely post.

  7. Orange Jammies June 16, 2011 at 12:05 pm #

    silentoneinlondon: I’m glad you were unsilent long enough to write that. 🙂

    dipali: You know, I had scribbled a mini-post somewhere, about the city of my heart. Must go look for it.

    sukanya: It melts me into a puddle it does. I appreciate that you always take the time to sweetly comment.

    alice: Hello. 🙂 Welcome and thanks for delurking!

  8. Aunty G June 19, 2011 at 1:57 am #

    The rains really do something to every Bharatvasi
    Be it NRI,NRE or pakka desi
    But California does call
    Keeps you in thrall
    So, make the best of both worlds, Missy!

  9. Orange Jammies June 19, 2011 at 11:33 pm #

    Aunty G: 🙂 I intend to.

  10. Girlfriend who is back from Colombia June 23, 2011 at 5:50 am #

    Aww honey, I so know the feeling- big big hug… Phone date soon? It’s been forever and I miss the oj giggle xoxo

  11. Orange Jammies June 26, 2011 at 4:30 pm #

    Girlfriend: You’re back! 😀 Sorry I missed your call. Stuff’s been happening. Will holler really soon.


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