composition about the happiest holiday to remember
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Summer vacation is a wonderful time. We have so much leisure time on our hands. We feels so relaxed and jubilant. Students are the happiest lot. Every year they get a month long holidays. They plan to visit their relatives, hill stations, and some go abroad.
I also enjoy my summer vacation to the fullest. Last summer vacation I had a wonderful time. I finished my holidays homework within a week. Then I went to visit to my grandparents in the village.
When just the ten holidays were left, my father surprised the family by declaring that we were visiting Dharamshala and the adjoining spots.
We set out early in the morning. The heat of the season began dwindling as our car went up the serpentine roads in the Himalayas. We reached Dharamshala in the afternoon, and finding the place teeming with tourists, we decided to put up at Chamunda Devi. We luckily got a hotel literally far from the madding crowd!
Summer vacation is a wonderful time. We have so much leisure time on our hands. We feels so relaxed and jubilant. Students are the happiest lot. Every year they get a month long holidays. They plan to visit their relatives, hill stations, and some go abroad.
I also enjoy my summer vacation to the fullest. Last summer vacation I had a wonderful time. I finished my holidays homework within a week. Then I went to visit to my grandparents in the village.
When just the ten holidays were left, my father surprised the family by declaring that we were visiting Dharamshala and the adjoining spots.
We set out early in the morning. The heat of the season began dwindling as our car went up the serpentine roads in the Himalayas. We reached Dharamshala in the afternoon, and finding the place teeming with tourists, we decided to put up at Chamunda Devi. We luckily got a hotel literally far from the madding crowd!
The cool surroundings around the hotel were as bucolic as described by Wordsworth in his poems. There was a tall mountain standing grandly just in front of the hotel at whose foot gargled a rivulet. There were no rows of houses; no honking traffic. To add more joy to our felicity, it rained very hard that day. The climate was so agreeably cold, we did not feel the need of switching on even the fans. We were refreshed physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. As Keats has rightly said, ’A thing of beauty is a joy forever!'
I will cherish the pleasant memories of my last summer vacation.