write a paragraph on my visit to village
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Vⁱˡˡᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ`ˢ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵐⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ᵛⁱˡˡᵃᵍᵉˢ. Vⁱˡˡᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃˡᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵒˡˡᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠʳᵉᵉ. Tʰᵒᵘᵍʰ I ˡⁱᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵈᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶜʳᵒʷᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᵐʸ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵛⁱˡˡᵃᵍᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ I ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ. Bᵒᵗʰ ᵐʸ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵛⁱˡˡᵃᵍᵉˢ, ᵃⁿᵈ I ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵛᵃᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. Iᵗ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᶜᵃˡᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉᶠᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ⁱˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶠᵃⁿᵗᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ.Wⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡⁱᵉˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵒ ʷᵉˡˡ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ᶠᵃᵐⁱˡʸ. Yᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵗᵉᵖ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ⁿᵉⁱᵍʰᵇᵒʳ’ˢ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵘᵐᵐʸ ᵈⁱˢʰᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢⁿᵃᶜᵏˢ. Tʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵖᵒʳᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ʰᵃˢ ᵃᵈᵛᵃⁿᶜᵉᵈ, ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃˡᵏ. I ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ, ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵛⁱˢⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵐᵒᵗʰᵉʳ’ˢ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ, ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃˡᵏ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃᵈᵈʸ ᶠⁱᵉˡᵈˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ʰᵉʳ ʰᵒᵐᵉ!! Iᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵘᶜʰ ᵃⁿ ᵉˣᵖᵉʳⁱᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ I ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᶠᵉʷ, ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᵃᵍᵉ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ.
Explanation:
I once went to a village named Sohana. My grandparents live there, and we had gone to visit them. We first had a long ride by bus. From there we took a tonga to the village. There was no road, only a wide mud path.
Sohana is a small village. All the houses were made of mud. There were one or two brick buildings-one for the post office and another for the local health center. My grandfather is the village head. His house was also cemented.
There was not a single road in the village. Some of the streets were very muddy and wet. There were hens, goats and buffaloes roaming around everywhere.
I could not see any men on the streets. I asked my father and he told me that all the men worked on the fields the whole day.
I saw some boys and girls studying beneath a shady tree. I was surprised to know that it was the school. I thought of the grand building of my own school back home, and realised how lucky i was.
My grandparents welcomed us warmly into their home. They hugged me so often that I thought my bones would break. My grandfather had prepared many tasty dishes for us. Many people from the nearby houses cane to see’the
people from the city’. I left very shy when they touched my clothes and my watch in wonder.
In the evening we went for a walk in the fields.
The green mustard plants with their yellow flowers were growing everywhere. A soft breeze was blowing. I felt I had come to paradise. The dust and noise of the city seemed far away. I shall never forget my visit to my village.