You went to visit your grandparent's village and you became very happy to see the greenery, the beauty and the pollution free environment of the village. Write a diary entry about it.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

9 p.m.

Dear Diary,

The visit to my grandparents' village has opened my eyes to the natural beauty that abounds on earth and which we city-dwellers miss out. As the city lies covered by a thick and heavy pall of smog, my grandparents' village is as green and sprightly as a sportive fawn. I envy them their lives in that sequestered vale, green grass covers everything in its beautiful embrace. 

My parents and I were so delighted to live with my grandparents in their magnificent old house built in the traditional way. We rose at dawn to help in the farm, then had a hearty breakfast of homemade rotis, freshly laid eggs and cow's milk. I have never tasted anything more delicious. Then we walked around the vast expanse of my grandfather's field, playing with village children and talking to the farm hands.

There is not a whiff of pollution there that usually clogs the nostrils in the city. The sights are so green, its excess smothers our senses like a loving mother. I miss it already.

Radha