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I was at my gaon<\/em> (village) last evening. I visit it every time I\u2019m in Sitamarhi to see my parents. I feel calmer there. We have a house where no one lives now. Our grandparents are no more, but our cousins and uncles still live nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Walking inside the house still feels the same as in the old days \u2014 when Grandma would make aloo parathas<\/em> or offer me mangoes (saved just for me) from our bambiya\/maldah<\/em> tree in the angan<\/em>. None of that exists anymore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We take everything for granted \u2014 only to realize, with time, that we\u2019re fading too. We\u2019re getting closer to death. One of my biggest regrets has been not visiting my grandparents more often; they passed away too soon. I know I was their favorite among all the cousins. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bazaar<\/em>, school, and river have all changed with time. There isn\u2019t much water left in the river, and people no longer swim there. The village school now goes up to class 12. The bazaar<\/em> still has things to buy and eat, but it feels different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There still exists a lingering silence within me. I often find myself daydreaming \u2014 imagining Grandma around me, talking, smiling, and feeling proud. I feel like the same naughty kid again, being stubborn about what I want to eat and watching the menu change (thanks to Grandma).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some photos I took on the way and at home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I was at my gaon (village) last evening. I visit it every time I\u2019m in Sitamarhi to see my parents. I feel calmer there. We have a house where no one lives now. Our grandparents are no more, but our cousins and uncles still live nearby. Walking inside the house still feels the same as in the … <\/p>\n

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