I miss Nepal.
I don't miss the Nepal that exists today. I don't miss the chaos. I don't miss the cynicism or the disillusionment. I don't miss the dust or the pollution. I don't miss Nepal banda's or the lack of water.
I miss my childhood memories. I miss time spent with friends, festivals, shooting the breeze on Saturdays waiting for Variety Variety to come on Nepal Television. I miss the simplicity.
I miss being content hanging out with friends at school and not having a care in the world. I miss conspiring with my siblings and friends to eat titaura without getting caught.
I miss the Indian bringing "Amitabh Bacchan chocolate." Do you guys even know what that is? It was like this pink taffy stuff that the the Madhesi would pull from this big stick...in wads.
I miss buying the crap from the Madhesi in the dhoti that would bring the toys propped up on bamboos. He used to have the yellow colorful fans blowing in circles in the wind.
At different times I bought his watches, the whirlwind fan that you ran with, the snake that when you put on the ground ran--and then when you yanked up it would roll up in its string.
