Picture this. Every single day, I used to come home at 2, 3, and sometimes even 4 AM, and I won’t be needed to even ring the bell to wake up my parents. They won’t be lying awake for so long, but the moment I open the gates of the house, they will rush to open the door. Sometimes I’ve wondered what is it that our parents want. I’ve wanted to ask “Why are you being so nice to me?” Why should two tired people in their late 40s fall prey to my workaholicism, and at such unearthly hours? I now understand why our forefathers placed matha and pitha before guru and deivam.
In the whatever little time I’ve had to think about things other than work, my thoughts have been occupied by Provence, one of the most beautiful regions in the world. I don’t know why / when exactly I started thinking about it, but once I did, there was no going back. Provence has a special place in my heart because, of all the movies I saw last year, the one I liked the most was “My Mother’s Castle”, which captures the childhood memories of the celebrated French author Marcel Pagnol. Based on Pagnol’s own book “Le Chateau de ma mere”, this simple tale of the life of a family in Provence haunted me to no end. I’ve seen the movie and its prequel, My Father’s Glory, half a dozen times now, and I’m amazed how a simple tale, something as simple as a recollection of one’s enfance, can leave a viewer spellbound. Surely, there must be something about Provence that inspired Pagnol.
Suddenly there was this brainwave in me – I should live some part of my life in Provence! Never mind, I get such brainwaves often. If I had to implement all of them, I would have to travel across the globe, and across interplanetary space, and I would need a few lifetimes too. However, Provence stands out – why else would the entire world want to backpack to the south of France for a holiday?
I’ve just started reading Peter Mayle’s “A Year in Provence”. One good thing I like about myself is that I don’t envy anyone. However Peter Mayle is fast becoming an exception. His experiences in Provence are all I’ve dreamt of.
Mayle, a British advertising executive, left behind his job, and settled along with his wife near the Luberon Mountains in Provence. His experiences there, and how he comes around to be come a vrai Provencal form the theme of his books, A Year in Provence, Toujours Provence and Encore Provence. Yes, I would give anything for a decade of anonymous existence in the PACA. Provence, here I come!
There is a link here. Marcel starts his narration by saying “Every single day, dawned before me a new chapter in the life of Augustine and her three men – myself, my father and my brother Paul.” Judging by my own experiences of the past month, my own life is similar. The love and support shown by my parents is similar to what Marcel describes.
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