Many months ago I went to Mussoorie with my friends. We were together a good company. We had good time on the way. We reached there in a bus.
One day, we reached the top of the highest hill. It is called the Lal Tibba. We were tired, but we were pleased to see the top. We lay down on the hard surface. We gave full rest to our tired limbs. The air was quite fresh and cool. We breathed freely. The natural scenery was very charming. The beauty of nature charmed us. We looked around and down the hill.
The hill was not bare. It had a very large number of dense trees and plants. The plants bore flowers of different colours. There were very tall trees. The height of these trees was terrific.
I looked down the hill. I saw a steam flowing swiftly . It was making a great noise over the stones. Beautiful feathered birds were flying around its banks. They were chirping and singing merrily.
On one side of the hill, there were some fields in a small area. They appeared as terrace one step ahead another alike step-farming. There was no means of watering them. The corn plants were waving with the breeze. They appeared elegant. The trees had very bright and shining leaves. The rays of the sun gave them glazed appearance.
At a distance of about a hundred metres on the other side of the hill, there were pretty huts. They were made of clay and tree branches. Apparently, they were vacant. We could not see anybody in or around them. They were covered with yellow and red flowers. How beautiful they were! The scenery almost on all sides of the hill was charming, glorious and delightful.
After spending three hours, we came down. Now we wished to see the Landhora market. It is the best market of the queen of hills. Coincidentally, we met a man. He demanded hundred bucks for guiding us. We paid him the amount. He led us to the said market.
Vocabulary
Bare—uncovered
Glorious—magnificent
