Day 16: Something that you miss

It is Time that I miss.

There are different times. Let me explain some to you.

I miss the time I spent with my grandma. As I mentioned in a previous post, she was the person who opened the door to literature to me. She taught me many folk poems. I recited them at my preschool and at school. The teachers were so amazed that a kid in my age knew those poem. I did not understand the meaning of those beautiful words. I understand them now and I wish I was able to tell her about them. It is my grandma who gave me the opportunity to taste many wild fruits. Cashew fruits, Garcinia fruit (Goraka mada) were some of them. I used to make bulath vita (Chewing betel with areca nut) for her. I was about 6 years old when I first chewed bulath vita. Grandma introduced the taste of the village to me. I miss those times.

I miss the time I spent with my friends at school. I cannot name the specific group of friends as I used to spend time with many and I value every minute of them. All the laughs, quarrels, gossips, songs and games were things that made a different world around us. I miss those times.

I miss the time I spent with my cousins. I am the youngest child from both sides of my parents. Everyone were at least two years older than me. We used to hangout during the New Year season. As time passed and as they grew up, I felt the distance. They were not ready to play anymore games. They went away one by one. Some got married. Some went abroad for higher education where they settled down. Some just … I do not know. I miss those smiles.

I miss the time I spent on my way home from school by the school van. There were about 20 students in that little van. We all went to different schools. I sat in the rear seat as I went all the way to the end of the route. So, I saw everyone and I knew where they lived. The best part of the journey is when there are only three or four students left in the van. Sometimes our van uncle (the driver) sing for us. Sometimes one parent who ran a shop offer us ice packets (ice lollies). I miss those beautiful times.