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 D ausi/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. ...
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