Write a paragraph on A memorable bus journey
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The week before Sunday had been a very hot one. My parents decided to spend a week at Shimla. We boarded the bus from Chandigarh to go to Shimla. We reached the bus stand early in the morning. My father had to stand in a queue for some minutes to buy the tickets. Meanwhile, we killed the time by sitting on a bench near the queue.
Hardly had father bought the tickets at the booking window when the bus bound for Shimla came. We boarded it immediately. I was feeling a thrill of pleasure in my heart. I was fortunate in getting a seat near the window. I looked out constantly with great curiosity. At first the terrain was plain and it was quite hot even in the bus
After sometimes, the bus moved on a hilly terrain and seemed to be moving upwards. It passed through a number of dark tunnels. I however, did not feel afraid because my papa and mummy were also there with me. Moreover, I found myself quite grown up to be courageous and bold.
I saw green hills, lush green forests which were dark and deep and small rivulets and springs. The pine trees looked very charming. The colorful flowers dancing in the breeze seemed to carry away my heart.
Indeed, it was a hilarious journey. As we reached Shimla, we felt that it was there cold enough to force us to wear some woolen garments. This was my first visit to Shimla which I can never forget. Nor I can ever forget the sweet journey by bus that we had.
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I reached the Meghalaya State Transport Bus station at Paltan Bazar, Guwahati, at 8.30 a.m. as planned. Within a few minutes my friend joined me. We purchased the tickets from the counter, found our bus and took our seats. Most of the seats were already occupied. Within a short time the rest the empty seats were occupied. The bus started off at 9.15 a.m.
The driver was an experienced driver and drove the bus fast. In no time we crossed Ulubari, Ganeshguri, Dispur and Khanapara. From Khanapara the bus started to climb. Sitting by the window side, could see the entire city of Guwahati like a patch across the horizon. The view was heart thrilling and enchanting.
The bus continued its ascent. For almost an hour, the bus continued to inch its way through the mountains, crossing many zigzag bends and hairpin turns. The traffic on the road was heavy too. Vehicles of all kinds were seen moving to and fro the road all the time. The initial ascent brought us to a small town called Jorabat and thereafter, the road was plain and the journey smooth and straight. A little later we crossed Byrnihat, an industrial town of Meghalaya, dotted with few factories along the road. Wonderful sights of blue hills, thick forests, patches of paddy fields, small wayside shops, etc. crossed our vision.
After about two hours, we reached Nongpoh, the wayside hill station almost halfway between Shillong and Guwahati. Everyone got out having some snacks. We took a cup of tea and then wandered about a little to see the town. We saw many Khasi ladies selling all kinds of fresh fruits. Their smartness and their traditional dress impressed me.
Our journey resumed after a break of twenty minutes From Nongpoh, the climb became steeper and sharp. Pine groves, thick forests, numerous riverlets, wayside restaurants, tin-roofed houses, etc. quickly passed by. Within a short time we crossed the famous Barapani Lake and reached Shillong at 1.00 p.m.
Even, though it was mid-afternoon, the air was cool and pleasant unlike the sweating heat of the plains of Assam. Hiring a taxi, we went to the relative’s house. Thus, ended my memorable bus journey- the sweet memories of which continue to sweeten my mind even after a decade. Life is short and, hence, we need to enjoy every moment spent. The manner in which I remember this bus journey only adds to the fact that I enjoy every moment of my life.