Monday, June 07, 2010

Frangipani and the bougainvillea

Where I live, frangipanis abound.


I am more familiar with the Indian term for them, the ‘champa’.It took me time to figure out that they were called frangipanis.

I have seen them almost everywhere in and around the area where I live, abundant in their red or white blossoms. The white blossomed ‘champa’s are beautiful. Their white not really white but of a creamy texture which makes me wish to reach out and caress their petals. Perhaps to see if some of its color will come on to my fingers. Pure, pristine, simple creamy white. And when they are in full bloom, they are a sight to behold. Simply divine.

One day in the month of May, on a tree lined avenue that abounds in jacaranda and tamarind trees, I noticed something that took my breath away.

A huge and abundant frangipani shrub or tree (if I can call it that) with its creamy white blossoms, intermingled with it, in it. the rich red flowers of a bougainvillea shrub that was growing besides it. A vivid splash of color the smattering of red and white made the shrub look heart achingly beautiful. The kind of sight that left me open mouthed in delight and happiness. The way in which their colors intermingled, so seamlessly with the champa blossom giving the bougainvillea its own space to create a riot of color amidst the green trees.

That road became a favorite of mine ever since-just to have a glimpse of the two in communion with each other.

Few months later when I passed by, I saw just the bougainvillea in bloom while the champa was without her blossoms. The red was vibrant enough for me to turn back and look again but I felt it was incomplete. I couldn’t bring myself to feel that sense of ‘sheer joy’ one feels when they glimpse something beautiful.

Was their friendship so brief? Was their union just an interlude where each complemented the other and brought out the best in each other for that short period? And life took its course from there?

Why does something transient upset my balance? Is permanence the crux of being happy?

If the frangipani and bougainvillea had always blossomed together, would I have cherished that sight as much as I did now? Now as I passed by the red bougainvillea shrub swaying in the breeze, I was filled with an indescribable longing. A sense of impatience for time to fly, for seasons to change so that I could glimpse the beauty that they could create together all over again.-their brief interlude.

(Now that i look back,i never cared to click a photograph of them.Next year I shall) 

7 comments:

3rdeye said...

i know what it means and feels. I enjoy that combination every time i go home.

Anonymous said...

Beautiful :)

Anonymous said...

Yes Jo, Pls do photograph and share with us. After reading your description would love to see what it looks like. Thank Heavens for 'change'. Now you have something to look forward to - with happy anticipation.
Kenneth

rouchi said...

Really so well written and I am getting addicted to your writing.This post also reminds me of our friendship,it was a short while ago that we met ,have parted ways but have such an unforgettable and everlasting bond for life.Look forward to more insights on life from you.

Pragya said...

Absolutely loved this post. Especially these lines. "Their white not really white but of a creamy texture which makes me wish to reach out and caress their petals. Perhaps to see if some of its color will come on to my fingers. Pure, pristine, simple creamy white. And when they are in full bloom, they are a sight to behold. Simply divine." These words made me think I would probably feel the same way at the sight of these flowers.

MotoRama said...

"Arre O Champa!" How you doing ? doing my yearly visit to blogs! Good to see your postings...it is strange how we are reminded that it is the little things like "Champa" that matters in between the crazy thing called "surviving reality"!

iamnasra said...

Thank you for your visit and wanted to drop you a visit from Oman