You have visited a hill station for the first time in your life with your parents. At night now you are resting in your room. You have to write diary entry for your experience.
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TUESDAY
AUGUST 4,2020
11:00 a.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.
TAKE CARE!!
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TUESDAY
AUGUST 4,2020
11:00 a.m.
Dear Diary:
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 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.
TAKE CARE!!
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