By Mukund Maithani UG21 — I miss the lawns, their background blurs
like laughter and gossips,
basketballs on court,
and running playlists,
or metallic sounds ringing in the distance.
Yes, I miss those sounds
but I miss the silence too,
whispering to no one,
welcoming the turn of solitudes. I miss the sights too-
readers lying…