A couple of months back, an elderly woman from my extended family came to stay with us in Bangalore for a week. She, along with her husband, has widely traveled all over India visiting holy shrines and temples. They even do it now at the age of 67-68 which amazes us for their sheer energy and strength of mind because visiting the interiors of India can be arduous for various reasons. The younger generation (if we can still call ourselves so) who has spent most of their lives in big cities amidst the comforts will find it very difficult to manage and thrive on any such trips.
So, one evening, the three of us – the elderly woman, Dhruv and I were at the children park area of our apartment which was bustling with happy and chirpy children. She opined with her nose all crinkled up “Yahan ke bachhe kaise kaale kaale hain (the children here are black) pointing to their complexion. And I froze. Our fetish with fair colour does not even spare innocent little children. Why can’t we just see children as children and not through the colour of their skin? Or for that matter even adults? Isn’t apartheid long over? It is said that travelling broadens your horizon and opens your mind. But I guess this does not happen to everyone. A caged mind would require a lot more to break free from its shackles.
I do not have a question to ask today because I believe judging people on the basis of their colour is undebatable.
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