All That I Remember

I was a child, an ordinary one. Perhaps all other kids had Something in common. I can still remember how I felt When my mother used to cook a favorite dish. I was so embarrassed when she was upset with me. My secret hiding place was the dark corner beside her steel rack, Where her prayer beads used to glow greenish in the dark in my hand. I still Feel the yearning in me to hear her soft voice calling my name. I remember How scared I was when she told me that my father is looking for me. The view from my childhood bedroom had the setting sun crawling Down the river, the Brahmaputra each day. I also remember The first time, I rode a train to go to grandma’s house (We used to call her “Bubu”). And till this day, I still haven’t told anyone that I even Carry the scent of her hair oil that She used to use every night before bedtime. In me, in my childhood memories.