Letter to friend about trip very lengthly
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Dear ____,
It has been a long time since we exchanged letters. In this letter I am giving you an exhilarating experience of my camping trip.
I, along with six school mates, went camping to Bir in Himachal Pradesh. It was a seven-day trip. We went to Delhi by train and after a day's stay left for Bir early in the morning by bus and reached there by evening. We camped out in the woods. The nights were mostly clear and we enjoyed the beauty of the moon, the stars and the sky, It was wonderful to see the night sky, as there was not an iota of pollution in the hill area. We also sat around the camp fire and told stories and jokes.
We went for long walks and also went trekking. The natural beauty of this place is really worth seeing. There are pine trees all around Bir and a small river flows, winding its way through the valleys and hills. As this place is very calm and quiet, we could very clearly hear the chirping of birds and movement of the water.
It was realty a great time for all of us. I wish you were with us. When you come to Ahmedabad next time, we shall plan a similarcamping trip again.
Pay my regards to your parents.
Thanking you.
Yours Sincerely,
(The Sender's Signature)
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45 Hill colony,
b/h local police station,
Mumbai
Dear Vikram,
I like plans. Making them. Sticking to them. Of my many faults, one is that I have trouble, as my mother would say, just going with the flow. I get discombobulated when my husband calls from work to say he'll be on the 6:20 train instead of the 6:00. I'm flustered when the baby decides not to nap. A running joke in my house is that even on weekends I ask, "What's on the agenda?" and pester everybody until we have one.
Last December, just after Christmas, I, along with my family—meaning my parents, my brother and his wife, my sister and her fiancé, my husband, and our two kids, ages six and one—took an exceedingly well-organized trip to Colorado. It was a blissful week. We went skiing, snow tubing, and dogsledding. We rode horse-drawn carriages through the glittering snow. And finally, when it was time to leave, we took a shuttle to the airport so we could catch flights back to our various homes.
At least, that's what was supposed to happen. Instead, my husband, kids, and I watched as our relatives boarded planes while we waited for our flight to Chicago, which was delayed, then delayed again… then canceled (a mechanical issue, we were told).
We'd been in the airport for five hours by the time of the cancellation, and we would spend another five retrieving our luggage, commiserating with other passengers, walking in circles around the gift shop, and trying to get rebooked on a new flight. Finally, we succeeded. The catch? The flight was three days later. And out of Denver, three hours away.
Well, whatever it takes, we thought. We hunkered down in a hotel. We cooked food in the room and washed clothes in the sink and tried not to bump into each other with every move. It wasn't until the night before the new flight that we started to relax. The children pulled the sheets off the hotel beds and made a fort in the bathtub. Tomorrow, I kept thinking. We'll be home tomorrow. Ultimately, no one would miss much school or work.
Lots of love from me to your mom and dad.
Yours lovin-gly,
Garima