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Chumki answered this
i m giving it in english but u have to translate it into hindi
It is generally said that a journey by bus is not so thrilling as one by train or aero plane is. However, I had quite a pleasant experience of the journey by bus which I undertook last Sunday.
The week before Sunday had been a very hot one. My parents decided to spend a week at Shimla. We boarded the bus from Chandigarh to go to Shimla. We reached the bus stand early in the morning. My father had to stand in a queue for some minutes to buy the tickets. Meanwhile, we killed the time by sitting on a bench near the queue.
Hardly had father bought the tickets at the booking window when the bus bound for Shimla came. We boarded it immediately. I was feeling a thrill of pleasure in my heart. I was fortunate in getting a seat near the window. I looked out constantly with great curiosity. At first the terrain was plain and it was quite hot even in the bus.
After sometimes, the bus moved on a hilly terrain and seemed to be moving upwards. It passed through a number of dark tunnels. I however, did not feel afraid because my papa and mummy were also there with me. Moreover, I found myself quite grown up to be courageous and bold.
I saw green hills, lush green forests which were dark and deep and small rivulets and springs. The pine trees looked very charming. The colorful flowers dancing in the breeze seemed to carry away my heart.
Indeed, it was a hilarious journey. As we reached Shimla, we felt that it was there cold enough to force us to wear some woolen garments. This was my first visit to Shimla which I can never forget. Nor I can ever forget the sweet journey by bus that we had.
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Chumki answered this
theres 1 mor 4 u translate it also-
It was my first visit to a village that is not far away from Delhi. Only one bus goes there in the morning and returns in the evening. The passengers had not only put milk-drums in the bus, but also they had carried huge bags. Some of them were sitting on the roof. As we passed through the link roads, there were green fields all around. The farmers had sown the winter crop and were watering the plants carefully. I had never come across so much of green space anywhere in the city.The bus stopped near a pond that was giving out a stinking smell. I covered my nose with handkerchief. We were supposed to reach the school. The lane was covered with mud. As we started, some cows and buffaloes came from behind. They ran into one another and could have trampled me but I was saved due to my alertness.An old man was sitting on a cot, smoking hookah. Some children were playing around him. It looked as if life had lime to a standstill. When I requested a villager to guide meto the school, he asked a small boy to take me there. There was a small building with only two rooms. The students were sitting on coir mats. They were writing on the wooden plates called takhties. There was dullness all round. I could not hear noise of any kind except that of barking of a few dogs.little village peopleThere were a few well-dressed young men who told me that they were employed in the city. They had come there to visit their relatives. I was told that there were no shops or medical facilities in the village.I have decided that I shall work for the improvment of ese villages when I grow up.
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