A Journey by Bus
    Introduction: 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.
     
    Times and Occasion: 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.
     
    Description of the journey: 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.
     
    Conclusion: 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.
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