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.
Wikipedia images of Comilla, Bangladesh.