I miss the plans that we used to make.
I miss eating mango, oranges, and pineapple-like we used to.
I miss the condition that we used to run away.
I miss the village where I used to live.
I miss the way and the jungle where we used to walk.
I miss the Chautara where we used to rest.
I miss the games that we used to play.
I miss the village where I used to stay.
I miss the school where we used to go.
I miss the gossip that we used to do.
I miss the teacher who used to teach us.
I miss the childhood that I used to have.
I miss the school holidays that we used to get.
I miss the mela that we used to go to.
I miss the football matches that we used to announce.
I miss the situation that I once had.
I miss the Dashi-Tihar that we used to celebrate.
I miss the Dausi/vailo where we used to enjoy ourselves.
I miss the days that we used to spend.
I miss the villagers who we used to have.
- Sudarshon sapkota
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