Writing Prompt: Local Flavor
Write a piece about a typically “local” experience where you come from as though it’s an entry in a travel guide.
I am torn between where I live now and where I come from i.e., my original home. Which one shall I choose, I think my choice is my original home.
It is a very quiet little town, I am thinking back when I was thirteen. I remember at exactly at 3:30 in the morning the rooster will crow and I’d open my eyes and say it’s still too early and go right back to sleep.
It gave a feeling of freedom,the vendors out with their daily routine of carrying fresh vegetables going door to door to sell them, the man selling chicken would offer to remove its feathers and clean it, you could bargain with him,if you wanted to pay less than he was asking for,he’d give in because he’d been carrying these for a while,the sun was hot and he was tired.
Then there was a man selling fresh buttermilk, he’d been around longer than he wanted to, any longer would spoil his buttermilk.
There will be kids of all sizes and shapes going to school with their heavy book bags,eager to get to school so they can lighten the load by placing them on their desks.
It is a warm place birds of all varieties would fly around alerting everyone it’s time to wake up and start our chores.
The rickshaws would gather on the stands hoping someone would be kind enough to hire them.
There was no fear of army marching on the streets to show their presence.
It’s a very quiet unpolluted town where Tagore’s song is heard by kids as young as five, getting ready for the show in the evening.
You’d hear a chorus of “Amaar Shonar Bangladesh”, my beloved Bangladesh.