I remember too

I remember the slanting rays of sun
As it went down and down
I remember the smell of smoke
As chullahs were lit at dusk 

I remember the taste of raw mango
So sharp , it made your tastebuds tango
I remember , the smell of burnt sugar
as someone’s milky tea boiled over 

I remember the first page of school book
With its glossy feel and the new look
I remember rustling habits , smell of soap
Rosary at the waist , swinging at each step

I remember the sharp look, reprimand 

earned , if a job was not well done 

What mattered most in the end 

was success and success alone