Paragraph On A Journey by Bus I Made
During the last winter vacation I with
some of my friends made a journey by bus from Dhaka to Chattogram. We went
there to attend the marriage ceremony of my friend’s sister. On the fixed day,
we reached the Saidabad Bus stand and got into the bus. Fortunately, I got my seat
beside the window. After a few minutes, the bus began to move on. I kept
looking outside through the window. When the bus left Kanchpur Bridge, it was
passing through the green field. Dew drops on green grasses were glittering
like pearls. Trees and houses seemed to run behind. I saw the farmers working
in the field. Cattle were grazing here and there. The bus stopped at a few big
stations. We bought chanachur, bananas, magazines, etc. from the hawkers. When
the bus left Feni, I saw the hills of Chattogram. On the night I saw the vast
sheet of water of the Bay of Bengal. At last, the bus reached Chattogram at 3:00
pm. My friend received us cordially. It was the most pleasant journey in my life. I
enjoyed it so much that the memory of the journey will remain ever-fresh in my
heart.
