question is paragraph of a visit to a hill station
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It was the month of May. Just a few days only our summer vacation had started. The temperature of Kolkata was then 39° Celsius.
Darjeeling is one of the most famous hill station in India. My parents decided to leave for Darjeeling for spending a few days there as well as for getting relief from the grip of tremendous hit of Kolkata. Never had I had the opportunity to visit the snow-clad mountains before. So I was very much excited at the decision of visiting such a hilly place.
I along with my parents and younger brother got prepared in all sorts and started for railway station to avail the Darjeeling mail. We reached the station and got into a sleeper class compartment. My father arranged for reservation in advance.
The train left the station a few minutes after time and reached New Jalpaiguri the next morning. From there we arrived at Darjeeling by a minibus and it was about one hour after noon. I felt extremely thrilling when the bus went up the high altitude of the hills. The wild roses, beautiful flowers, tea-gardens, delightful mountain and springs – all these wealth of nature filled my heart with indescribable joy and happiness.
We went to a luxurious hotel and had a suite already booked there. Having been fresh in all respects we visited the Mall at about 5.30 in the afternoon. The place was full of tourists who came from different parts of our country and abroad.
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A visit to a hill station is highly adventurous and pleasurable. It affords us a complete change from the dull, prosaic and routine life in the plains. To escape the searing heat of the summer months in Delhi, Some of us decided to arrange a trip to a hill station. We wanted to go to a comparatively quiet place and not to a congested place like Shimla.
After much discussion we chose Manali as our destination. As the bus proceeded in the desired direction, we left behind the dust, pollution and noise of the metropolis. When the cool, fresh mountain air began to refresh us, we knew that we had entered a world of beauty and tranquility, when we finally reached Manali, the breath-taking grandeur of the mountains cast a spell on us.
There were trees on the slopes, the snow shone like silver in the sun and the constantly changing landscape with varying heights and depths presented a fascinating contrast. We made arrangements for our stay and then set out to discover more of that picturesque wonderland. We learnt that Manali is the distorted form of Manu-Alay, the home of Manu.