My first introduction to death!
I must have been around six or seven years old at that time. First, let me tell you about my place, for the sake of better understanding . My house was on the side of a busy road, so I had particularly grown up in a locked house. The good thing is that the main door was a grill door, so I could see outside. As you have already guessed, my favorite pastime was to sit on my small blue chair in front of the main door. I remember wondering where the vehicles disappear when they vanish from my line of sight. It was a small village at the confluence of three rivers. One day, while sitting on the blue chair at my usual place, I saw a group of people chanting something and carrying a sleeping person covered with marigold flowers and an orange drape, on their shoulders. I must have asked some elder about what was happening. He joked that they were taking him to the river to throw him in, as he was dead now. He went as far as saying that they would throw me in the river too when I died. And...