I miss the past very much. The old people in the streets of the village. 😔 They swing tires on the trees in the gardens. He bathed on the roof in raindrops. 😔 He threw stones at the tamarind trees. The stones that hit someone ran away. 😔 Always hidden from everyone's view. He stole coins from his mother's handkerchief. 😔 Making that bicycle wheel. Teaching others with great pride.😔

That mother's love, that father's affection. That mascara injection on the forehead. 😔