Compositions
1. A
Journey by Bus
A journey by bus is
an interesting pursuit to me. A few days ago I had an opportunity to make a
Journey by bus. It was my first as well as the most pleasant bus Journey of my
life.
It was the month of
January. My Annual Examination got over. I had recess for some days. My parents
decided to go to my uncle’s house in Jamalpur by bus. Hearing the decision my
heat danced with joy. On the fixed day we reached the bus station in due time and
got into the bus.
It was winter. There
was pleasant sunshine. The bus started punctually at 7 A.M. I, keeping myself
aloof, sat beside a window and looked outside through it. The sun was rising
with all its splendid beauty. Dewdrops on the soft grass and meadows were
glittering like pearls. I enjoyed these scenes and sights with a cheerful mind.
I enjoyed these scenes and sights with a cheerful mind. Things come to my
vision and disappeared in the twinkle of an eye. Everything on either side
seemed running swiftly to opposite direction. While the bus was running through
the forest the tall trees with green leaves over head gave a nice view.
I was really charmed
at the green panoramic beauties of nature. It filled my heart with great joy.
The bus ran at a stretch without stopping for two hours. Then it stopped at
Bhayra. There was a restaurant by the road side. We got down from the bus and
had light refreshment there.
After sometimes the
bus began its journey again crossing the green fields on both the sides of the
road. Here and there I saw cattle grazing and farmers working in the field. At
12 noon we reached Jamalpur and thus our journey came to a happy end. Our
return journey was equally a pleasant one.
The journey by bus
was really a pleasant one. It gives us a lot of pleasure. The journey by bus
that I under took left a permanent impression in my mind. I never forget the
sweet memory of this journey. The scene of the memorable journey will never
efface from memory still it peeps into my mind when I become tired of the
mechanical urban life.
2. A
journey by Train
In modern days man
remains preoccupied with his daily activities and worldly affairs. He has no
time to enjoy the beauty of nature and refresh himself. But the journey by
train may serve him well if he wants to escape the monotonous urban life and
pass the time in the midst of natural beauty.
My annual examination
got over. I had recess for some days. During this time of the year the weather
is good enough to make a journey. Incidentally I, with some of my friends took
a sudden decision to go my sister’s house in Chittagong by train. Accordingly,
on the appointed day we reached Kamalapur railway station by taxi before
sunrise. We bought our tickets and got into the train. The guard blew the
whistle, waved his green flag and the train began to move.
The train began running at a full
speed. I am fond of scenic beauty from the very beginning of my life. I,
keeping myself aloof, sat beside a window and looked outside through it. The
sun was rising with all its splendid beauty. Dew drops on the soft grass of
meadows were glittering like pearls. I enjoyed these scenes and sights with a
joyful mind. By this time the train was moving through rural areas. I gazed and
gazed at the house, trees, meadows with golden crops and other panoramic view
with a cheerful mind. Things came to my vision and disappeared in the twinkle
of an eye.
My mind was full of joy. I looked and looked through the window. Everything seemed running swiftly to opposite direction. The train ran at full speed. Now and then it crossed a bridge over a river with a chattering noise. As it was an express train, it touched only at a few big stations. At about noon when the train entered the Chittagong district I felt great joy seeing the hills on either side of the line as I had not seen a hill before. After eight hours journey, at last our train reached Chittagong railway station at about 1 p.m. We got down from the train and went to my sister’s house by taxi. Our return journey was equally pleasant one.
My mind was full of joy. I looked and looked through the window. Everything seemed running swiftly to opposite direction. The train ran at full speed. Now and then it crossed a bridge over a river with a chattering noise. As it was an express train, it touched only at a few big stations. At about noon when the train entered the Chittagong district I felt great joy seeing the hills on either side of the line as I had not seen a hill before. After eight hours journey, at last our train reached Chittagong railway station at about 1 p.m. We got down from the train and went to my sister’s house by taxi. Our return journey was equally pleasant one.
The pleasant and
enjoyable journey lasted for a few hours. Despite that the journey left a
permanent impression in my mind. I never forget the sweet memory of this
journey. The scene of the memorable journey peeps into my mind in the moment of
solitude when I become tired of the mechanical urban life.
