Question

write a diary entry about a visit to the hill station during your summer holidays​

Answer 1

Monday

May 13, 2019

10:30 p.m.

Dear Diary:

My summer vacation is going on very well! I am back home

after having a wonderful time in Himacahal Pradesh. My family planned a visit

to hill station Dharamshala and the adjoining places of importance. 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 sylvan 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 this visit to the beautiful hill-station for

years to come

Answer 2

Dear dairy,

My summer vacation is going on very well! I am back home after having a wonderful time in Himachal Pradesh. My family planned a visit to hill - station Dharmashala and the adjoining places of importance. We set out early in the morning . The heat of the season began dwindling as our car went up the seperpentin roads in the Himalayas. We reached Dharmashala in the place teeming with tourists, we decided to put up at Chamunda Devi. We luckily got a hotel literally far from the madding crowd!

They Sylvan surroundings around the hotel were as bucolic as described by Words worth in his poems. There was a tall mountain standing grandly just in front of the hotel at whose foot grandly a rivulet. There were no rows of houses; no honking traffic, to add more joy to our facility it rained very hard that day. The climate was so agreedbly 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 visit to the beautiful hill - station for years to come.