Journey is
always fascinating. It charms our mind and makes us happy. After a journey, we
feel relaxed and fresh. Peace fills our heart after we have made a really
wonderful journey.
I made a journey by train with my friends last
year. I received a letter from my uncle at Chittagong to attend the marriage
ceremony of his daughter. I took some of my friends with me. Early in the
morning I reached Kamlapur Railway station where I found my other friend’s. The
train came. We got into the train and found our seats beside the window. The
guard blew his whistle and waved his green flag. the engine slowly began to
move and we glided out of the station. Everything that we were passing was
pretty and so we amused ourselves by looking through the windows. As the train
winded away eastwards, we could see a number of hills and mountains. We passed
by the green fields beautiful watery areas and wonderful hillocks. Everything
seemed very bright and pleasant to us. From the train, we could see the clear,
green waters and women and small boys and girls swimming happily and taking
bath in the ponds and rivers. At last at 4 p.m. we reached Chittagong. The journey seemed to me like a dream.
However, when we reached Chittagong, we found my uncle waiting for us. He
welcomed us and took to his residence. Thus our wonderful journey ended very
beautifully.
Or
A journey is often a pleasure. A journey by
train is also pleasure. A journey by train is much joyful to me. It is a common
journey in Bangladesh. It was summer. My school was closed. I and some of my
friends decided to go to my sister’s house in Chittagon by train. It was 2013.
We reached kamalapur railway station by a taxi. We bought our
tickets and got into the train at 7 a.m.
When the train whistled , the train stared
moving. I sat beside a window. The train left urban area soon. Then the train
began running through the green field of the rural areas. I
gazed and gazed at the houses, trees and medows. My mind became cheerful.
Everything seemed to be running.
Then it crossed a bridge over a river. It was
an express train. It stopped only at a few big stations. At noon we
reached the areas of chittagong district. I felt joy seeing hills. After
seven hour, the train reached chittagong railway station at 4 p.m. We
got down from the train and went to my sister’s house by a taxi. We
enjoyed the journey much. It gave us much pleasure.
A journey by train is a joyful journey. We
shall never forget this journey. It gave me a lot of pleasure. We enjoyed the
journey very much.
Or
A journey is
pleasant to all. A journey by train is especially very pleasant and enjoyable
to me. A few days ago I made a journey by train from Dhaka to Chittagong.
During the last
vacation one of my friends requested me to attend his
sister’s marriage ceremony at Chittagong. So I got a chance to make a
journey by train. I accepted this invitation gladly.
Two other
friends joined with me. On the fixed day we reached
Kamalapur Railway Station at 07:00 A.M. The station was very crowded.
Somehow we managed to buy our tickets. With great difficulty we got into the
train. Fortunately I got my seat beside the window. After a few minutes the
guard blew the whistle and the train began to move on. At first the train moved
on slowly. There it began to run in full speed.
I kept looking
outside through the window. The train was passing through the green
fields. Dew drops on green grasses were glittering like pearls.
Trees and houses seemed to run behind. We saw the farmers working in the field.
Cattle were grazing here and there. I enjoyed the scenes with cheerful mind.
The train stopped at a few big stations. We bought boiled eggs, bananas,
and magazines etc. from the hawkers. When the train started from Feni
Station, I saw the hills of Chittagong. On the right I saw the vast
sheet of water of the Bay of Bengal. All these pleased me very much.
At last, the train
reached Chittagong at 02:00 P.M. We got down from the train and saw my friend
at the station. He came to receive to us. He became very pleased to see us.
It was the most
pleasant journey in my life. I enjoyed it so much that the memory to the
journey will remain ever fresh in my heart.
Or
A journey is a pleasure to me. I like
train journey the most. It gives me much pleasure. Last week I made a train
journey. I went to Chittagong with my parents. Early in the morning we went to
the Kamlapur Railway Station. We bought our tickets. Then we got into the
train. I sat beside a window.
After a few minutes, the train blew its
whistle. Then it began to move. At first it moved very slowly. After sometimes,
it began to move in full speed. I looked outside. There were green fields on
both sides.
Farmers were working there. Cattle were
grazing here and there. I enjoyed all the scenery. My Parents passed their time
by reading a newspaper. They also slept for sometimes. But I was awake
all the way.
At last we reached Chittagong at 3 pm. The journey came to an end.
I enjoyed the journey very much, I will never forget the journey.
or
Once I traveled by train with my family
to Delhi. My uncle lives there. He works in a bank. It was the occasion of my
cousin's marriage with a local girl. We boarded the train in the morning. The
train left Patna railway station in due time. It was a through mail train. It
moved very fast without frequent stoppages. I took my seat near a window. The
scenes on both sides of the train-line were moving fast behind us. Cool breeze
washed my face with pleasant touches. I could see the villages and towns, the
paddy-fields, the ponds, the rivers, the canals, the roads, the bullock-carts
and so on. I could not remember how my time had passed. The railway contractors
served us food, drinking water, snacks, tea or coffee, from time to time inside
the train. The co-passengers in our compartment were gentle and peace-loving.
At night, it was dark outside. My parents made me lie down on a lower birth,
after the supper. I fell asleep. In the morning, I sat again near the window
and enjoyed the sights, as before. The train reached Delhi in the afternoon. My
uncle came to receive us at the station.
Or
A journey is pleasant to all. A
journey by train is especially very pleasant and enjoyable to me. A few days
ago I made a journey by train from Dhaka to Chittagong. During the last
vacation one of my friends requested me to attend his sister’s marriage
ceremony at
Chittagong. So I got a chance to make a journey by train. I accepted
this invitation gladly. Two other
friends joined
with me. On the fixed day we reached Kamalapur Railway Station at 07:00 A.M. The station
was very crowded. Somehow we managed to buy our tickets. With great difficulty
we got into the train. Fortunately I got my seat beside the window. After a few
minutes the guard blew the whistle and the train began to move on. At first the
train moved on slowly. There it began to run in full speed. I kept looking
outside through the window. The train was passing through the green
fields. Dew drops on
green grasses were glittering like pearls. Trees and houses seemed to run behind.
We saw the farmers working in the field. Cattle were grazing here and there. I
enjoyed the scenes with cheerful mind. All these pleased me very much. It
was the most pleasant journey in my life.
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