I Miss Those Days

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There was a time when my town was very small.At night I used to sleep on a cot beside my father's under a huge neem tree just in front of my house.We could hardly see a car or a jeep running along the road at a Stone's throw from my house.Our town was very peaceful then. Now it has grown into a industrial hub.Many aluminum and electric plants have popped up.Now the air is not as pure as it used to be in gone by days. Now I miss the star studded sky that we used to see those days.My father used to tell me about our culture;our martyred and stories from the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. Those days are history now. I now miss the bullock carts running on the roads;the starry nights and the cool;refreshing breeze we were able to breath in;the bullock carts and all that.I don't remember when was the the time I saw a wonderful;green sky. Sometimes I feel nostalgic.But time passes and everything is changed.I have to adjust with it.And you know it is not that easy.