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Daily Archives: March 3, 2015
DP Daily Prompt: In loving Memory
I will not write an obituary of me, instead I will write about the little town where we lived and grew up.
The town is Comilla, it’s in Bangladesh. It was a very quiet peaceful town when we went there to live. Thakurpara was the name of the neighborhood , I guess it was a neighborhood where most of the people were mostly Hindus, so the name Thakurpara was appropriate.
Our neighborhood was full of small ponds where the people spend time swimming and hanging out to get relief from the hot summer.
Transportation used mostly were rickshaws, we enjoyed visiting our aunts and uncles in rickshaws. There was one rickshaw driver who had a bad temper, he got into arguments with his passengers. Everyone knew him and they tried not to hire him. Most of them were very nice.
There were vendors who sold, vegetables, fish and chicken. It was convenient because we all could buy food from them without having to go to shops.
My mom had to go in a rickshaw to buy rice, sugar, tea and other things from the shops in the bazaar.
With the increase in population, there are hardly any open spaces, there are shops everywhere.
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Wikipedia images of Comilla, Bangladesh.
365 Writing Prompts: No thanks
Is there a place in the world you never want to visit ? Where, and why not?
No, there isn’t a place in the world I never want to visit. However I’d like to revisit a place where I spent a few years with my parents and siblings. We were very young ,we enjoyed roaming around in the neighborhood on days when the school was closed.
I’m curious to know how that place looks now, is it the same when we were there or has it changed a whole lot. It is possible, with the increase in population there are not that many open spaces as there used to be, a lot more buildings has to be built for housing, there must be more schools and colleges. Let us visit this place and find out if I can recognize it or the many changes has turned the city into a completely different place.
Rawalpindi, Pakistan is the name of the place where we lived and played and loved.
I found some pictures from wikipedia. They are awesome, I know when we lived there wasn’t a separate college for women. I’m not sure of the bazaar, it probably was there but this one is larger I assume.
The buildings are new, I would love to see the city now.
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Images from wikipedia
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