i miss the dirt
i miss chopping doll hair
i miss the long endless chats i used to have with me
i miss those fist fights always came back bloody but a winner
i miss being able to count the bones in my rib cage..
i miss Maggi.. slurp!
i miss the small puppies i would bring back from school and hide..
i miss kapeesh the kalu pup who stayed the longest with me
i miss my newspaper notes i used to feel so rich with that fake currency...
i miss my small airy chikken frocks and ganjees, never had to bother about what showed and what didn't..
i miss sneaking out of bed every afternoon and most nights to attack the ladoo jar.. slurp slurp!!
i miss dad with him went away so much of what could have been.
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