In the name of Allah, the Most Beneficent and the Most Merciful
Life is a continuous journey. Everyone has a fascination for a making journey. It is a source of immense pleasure. I am very much fond of journey but I always remain very busy with my study. So it is not usually possible for me to go to visit my kith and kin. I often feel suffocated very often. One day I decided to go to visit my aunt who lives in a remote village. The only communication that is available today is the bus. So, I alone ventured to go to visit my aunt.
I
was very much excited since I was going to enjoy my first journey by bus. On
the scheduled day I arrived at the Sayedabad Bus Terminal at 7.30 am. Then I
collected my ticket for Kulaura and got into the bus at 8.00 am. I was lucky to
get a good seat near the window. At 8.15am the bus started running. I felt
thrilled at that very moment and I enjoyed the jerky movement and the new experience.
After an hour, the bus entered the rural areas and was running through the
green fields. Everything seemed to me dream-like.
There were friendly passengers all around and soon I
started talking and joking with them. The scenery outside was interesting and
varied. Trees, bushes, paddy-fields and farmers' huts flashed past us and we
were greeted by village children waving and smiling at us happily.
Truly speaking, I got very much tired of the
continuous studies. The trip gave me such a pleasure which I desired for a long
time. Our bus crossed a big bridge near Voirob. As it was a luxurious bus, it
stopped only at a few stations on its way. At noon when the bus entered greater
Shylet, I felt a great joy seeing the hills on either side of the road as I had
never seen a hill before.
After five
hours journey, our bus reached Kulaura bus terminal at about 2.00 pm. I got
down from the bus and went to my aunt’s house by richshaw. It had been a very
pleasant journey. This reminiscence will be ever memorable in my life.
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