I have seen or read about the beautiful topographic points that are located in India. Kashmir is a Eden on Earth with its brace clime and scenic beauty. Bombay. the gateway of India. is a natural seaport with beautiful milieus. Chandigarh. a brotherhood district. is the most good laid out metropolis of India and speaks volumes for the accomplishment of the Gallic interior decorator who planned it. The Taj at Agra is the most beautiful Tomb which symbolises ageless love. But I have non seen a more beautiful topographic point than the Mughal Gardens at Rashtrapati Bhawan in New Delhi.
The Mughal Gardens at the Rashtrapati Bhawan were laid out by the British and are a reproduction of the Nishat or Shalimar gardens in Srinagar. The gardens are opened to the populace in the month of February merely. They are called Mughal Gardens because they were designed after the Mughal manner.
It was the month of February. I was sitting with my friends in my drawing room. We were discoursing all the beautiful topographic points we had visited. All of a sudden one of us spoke about the beauty of the Mughal Gardens. We decided to see the topographic point on Sunday following.
On Sunday we went at that place by coach. There ‘was already a great haste of people. Men. adult females and kids were traveling up and down on crushed rock waies which encircled the garden. The grass was so soft that it looked like a rug of velvet. There was symmetricalness of the grassy secret plans. The flower beds were a dainty for the eyes. There were flowers of assorted chromaticities and forms. The rose. the jasmine and the marigold were make fulling the air with their sweet aroma. In the Centre of the garden there was a pool holding motley fish. a charming spectacle so. Fountains and H2O channels running across the garden added to this banquet of flowers.
The visitants to the gardens are non allowed to sit on the grass. That is why every visitant moves from one portion of the garden to the other looking at the flowers which grow there in copiousness. The tall eucalyptus turning here and at that place fancify the whole scene.
The Mughal Gardens are so a thing of beauty and a joy everlastingly. We went around easy watching the flowers with admiration. It took us about two hours to travel round the whole topographic point. It was the most beautiful topographic point that we had seen. The topographic point hangouts my head and I find myself revisiting the garden in dreams.
The magnificent. black. velvet sky oozed dignified beauty as the pale Moon sailed through the clouds and the prickling stars celebrated their being. before falling in the great ocean and easy being drifted off by the angry moving ridges. The titillating sighing of the air current echoed aloud and clearly in my sleeping room where I was lying in my bed and I was on my ain.
I had nil exciting to maintain me busy. so I decided to pay a visit to my Attic. The first thing that caught my oculus every bit shortly as I entered the room was my favorite teddy bear. a simple nowadays from an old best friend. Maria. She gave it to me as a birthday present many old ages ago.
At that peculiar minute many memories from my childhood started exhibiting in forepart of my eyes. I was transferred back. old ages ago when I was merely 11 old ages old. I was the luckiest individual holding Maria. as my best friend. Her most dramatic feature was her delicate mentum. which marked out her alone appeal.
We were together all twenty-four hours. sharing all the fantastic experiences. and covering with all the obstructions. We both promised to each other that no 1 and nil could divide us from being together. Unfortunately that promise broke. with all the spellbound moments we had enjoyed together in a individual twenty-four hours. That twenty-four hours is still profoundly ingrained in me. entangled in my bosom. and reminds me of all the bloody scenes I witnessed…
We were heading towards the supermarket on pes. Suddenly our eyes caught a unusual thing lying on the land. It was a little black tubing with some unusual symbols marked on it. Without a 2nd idea. Maria dashed and picked up that cryptic tubing from the land and started playing with it. She decided to take it with her. but she did non cognize that her determination would do her interruption our sacred promise.
The catastrophe came some proceedingss subsequently. She was behind me singing our front-runner vocal but unluckily she ne’er managed to complete it. A atrocious knock interrupted her beatific voice and gave an terminal to our…