Journey By Bus

Today, journey has become a pleasant matter by the bounty of modern invention. Any type of journey is comfortable to us now. Nevertheless, journey by bus is more enjoyable to me. I always prefer journey by bus to go for a long journey. I think it gives me immense pleasure. 

If I get a chance to ride on bus, I never hesitate to grab the chance. Some days ago, I have enjoyed a bus journey from Dhaka to Chittagong. It was January and my final examination was over. I had recess for some days. We were invited to Chittagong to join the marriage ceremony of my maternal uncle. My father managed three bus tickets one day before the journey. 

The night before the journey was very much exciting to me. The next day, I along with my parents reached sayedabad Bus Station at 6.30 a.m. We took our seats. I sat by the window. About 7 a.m. our journey started. It was a soft sunny morning. Our bus was running at a good speed and soon we were far from the din and bustle of the city life. The bus was passing through the green dewy fields. I was looking outside the window and enjoying the natural beauties. The dew drops on the soft green grass were glittering like pearls. The trees and houses seemed to run behind very swiftly. Things were coming to my vision and vanished in twinkling of an eye. 

After running two and a half hours at a stretch. Our bus stopped at a place. It was a small but nice market. And there was a well-decorated restaurant called Tajmahal. We got down from the bus and entered into the restaurant to have some foods. The foods were expensive but very much delicious. After taking foods, we took special tea there. I can not forget the taste of that tea yet. Its taste was really remarkable. 

After a few minutes, our bus began its journey again. When our bus passed Feni, I was fascinated seeing the hills of Chittagong. In fact, I have born in Dhaka and never seen the hills before. So, the sight was much amazing for me. Moreover, on the right side of the bus, there was vast sheet of water of the Bay of Bengal. The hills and the sea on the other side made my mind indifferent. While we were passing Seetakunda, My father showed me "the Holy Seetakunda Pahar" at the left of the road. It seemed to me that if this journey would never come to an end!

At last, our bus reached Chitagong at 2 p.m. We got down from the bus at GEC turn. My uncle was waiting there as my father phoned him beforehand to come to the place. He was very glad to see us all. We hired a CNZ to go to his cottage. Thus my journey came to an end. 

I enjoyed the whole journey perfectly. When I recall the journey still I can visualize the whole journey and my heart leaps up with joy. It is an evocative event of my life. It will remain imprinted on my mind.