Write a letter to your friend telling about interesting places,she can visit, if she ever tours your home town
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Dear Alex,
How are you? I am in the capital of England — in London. My parents and I always dreamt about seeing this nice city.
There are a lot of beautiful old buildings. We have alredy seen Westminster Abbey, Big Ben (now it called Elizabeth’s Tower), The Houses of Parliament, Buckingham Palace, St. Paul’s Cathedral, London Bridge, The Tower of london and The Waxworks Madame Tussaunds Museum. There are the models of famous people from pop stars to prime ministers made from wax in this museum. They look like real. It’s so interesting.
My parents and I are walking on Trafalgar Square now. There is Nelson’s Column in its centre which is guarded by four lion statues at its base. By the way, I sent you this postcard with a picture of Trafalgar Square.
The weather is not fine today, it’s foggy and rainy. But it doesn’t spoil our walking.
We took much photos. Next week we will be at home and I’ll show you them.
Don’t miss the chance to visit England and London.
Best wishes,
Maria
hope it helps you ☺️
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Varad
I hope this letter finds you in peak health. I was elated to hear from your mother of your admission to Ohio State University. My very natural best wishes for your undergraduate life aside, I would be looking forward for your letter, once you have been acclimatized to this new milieu, describing the minutiae of the system itself. Perhaps I may be able to add substantial nuance to my past utopian understanding of the U.S. education system.
Times, needless to say, have changed. No longer are summer vacations typified by the joyful innocence of yore, long hours of cricket in the dappled afternoon sun, disregardful of the protests of worried mothers back home. No longer do there prevail accusations of cheating back and forth; no longer do we behave as if our group contretemps would be the basis of a third world war. No longer, in essence, are we any close to savouring summer vacations with such abandon as we would once as school-going children.
No, we are accustomed more to studies and books as we grow in years — not so much in mind, however, to the vexation of our parents. But I insist that a transition from Franklin W Dixon (Hardy Boys!) to ruminations on multiculturalism by Arthur Schlesinger Jr. and the vivid descriptions of the wounded Indian civilization by V. S. Naipaul, qualifies as intellectual progress. That is certainly how I have been spending my summer vacations; reading books written by eminences in their respective fields. As has been my habit in academically active days, I rise early and read as much as possible: free from the cacophonous laughter of my younger brother
your loving friend..