The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. This year, I’m planning to do short pieces of fiction (not a series), or a poem based on a word with that letter.

“How dare they open one here?”

Dad’s voice boomed through the silence of our home. Mom continued to cut vegetables as if nothing had happened.

“They come here, and spoil our children with their fattening food. They make them want to eat more of their food than nutritious home cooked food. Outlet by outlet, Dharini, they are taking away our culture too. Mark my words, Dharini, one day soon, our children will not want our food anymore.”

He looked over at Mom, and became silent.

“You don’t have to cry for such a small thing, you know.”

Mom looked at him dumbfounded, and pointed at her plate.

“Oh. You were dicing onions. I didn’t notice. But just look at their big board, Dharini, and the rush of those youngsters to get in. It’s a shame these sensible children fall to the traps of these wily foreigners and their food. They should know better.”

I watched him silently, wondering how to tell him that his only son had got a scholarship to a prestigious foreign university.

To write 26 days in a month on a theme, a moral support is quite useful I feel. This year, I’m taking the challenge along with my friend Bhavya. We’re writing on the same themes each day, and giving each other the themes on alternate days. Day 24, the word chosen by me was XENOPHOBIA.

Dictionary definitions of Xenophobia imply a deep-rooted hatred for strangers or an unreasonable fear of the unfamiliar. I’ve chosen to go somewhat close to the former definition.

(28th April 2014)

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Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

12 thoughts on “Xenophobia”

  1. How indeed would he tell his father. Strange the fear of strangers is. I think it is more about the fear of losing ones identity than hatred for others.

  2. oh oh!! That must have been hard!
    I do know people like this and their kids feel trapped and that’s not a good feeling!

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