“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.
(28th April 2014)