A Journey by Bus
It was the month of December. My annual examination was over. My parents decided to go to my uncle’s house at Jamalpur by bus. Hearing the news my heart danced with joy. It was 25th December 2015.We got into the bus at Mohakhali Bus Terminal on due time.
It was winter. The bus started at 6 am. I sat beside a window looking outside through it. The sun was rising with all its splendid beauty. Within an hour of leaving the urban areas, our bus began running at a high speed along the road with green fields on both sides. I gazed at the houses, trees and meadows through the window with a cheerful mind. Things came to my vision and vanished in the twinkling of an eye. Everything on either side seemed running swiftly to the opposite direction.
When the bus was running through the forest of Modhupur Ghar, the tall trees with green leaves overhead gave a nice view. I was really charmed at the green panoramic beauties of Nature. It filled my heart with great joy. The bus ran at a stretch without stopping for three hours. It then stopped at a place for a short-break. There was a resturant by the roadside. We got down from the bus and had light refreshment there.
After a few minutes the bus began its journey again crossing the green fields on both the sides of the road. This time we saw bare-bodied youngsters tending cattle and grown up people working in the field. Occasionally we saw village women and girls bathing and washing clothes in the ponds. At about 12 noon, we reached Jamalpur. Thus our journey came to an end.
The journey by bus was really a pleasant one. I can hardly forget the sweet memory of this journey. The scene of the journey peeps into my mind when I become tired of the monotonus urban life.