A Walk in the country
It was the month of late Autumn. A bright, calm afternoon. I was
tired of the mundane work of the day. So, I felt like having a carefree walk
along the band of the river Pusher. Therefore, I did. I set out for my walk.
About fifteen minutes were over when I reached the river. The setting sun
looked aslant on the river and the flora. The waters, with all the tiny lively
waves, glistened like diamond. The treetops were bathed with the warm shower of
honeyed light. The warmth that the sun was besmearing over the earth was, for
the reason of a romantic nature. Gentle breeze was caressing the half-inclined
heads of the purely-green paddy plants, causing them to undulate slightly so as
to form a series of harmonious waves of wide-spread green. The odorous breeze
touched my heart, my imagination. The beauty of nature charmed me; by the way,
it welcomed me. The walk that I took was a pleasant one. It refreshed me; It
gave me an opportunity to come in close contact with nature. I wished I had
been able to remain in touch with that romantic atmosphere lifelong.
