Paragraph | A Journey By Train

During the last summer vacation, I and some of my friends made a journey by train from Dhaka to Chittagong. We went there to attend the marriage ceremony of my friend's sister. On the fixed day, we reached Kamalapur railway station and got into the train. Fortunately I got my seat beside the window. After a few minutes, the guard blew the whistle and the train began to move on. I kept looking outside through the window. The train was passing through the green fields. Dew drops on green grasses were glittering like pearls. Trees and houses seemed to run behind, we saw the farmers working in the field. Cattle were grazing here and there. The train stopped at a few big stations. We bought boiled eggs, bananas, magazines etc. from the hawkers. When the train started from Feni station. I saw the hills of Chittagong. On the right I saw the vast sheet of water of the Bay of Bengal. At last the train reached Chittagong at 5 p. m. My friend received us cordially It was the most pleasant journey in my life. The memory of the journey will remain ever-fresh in my heart.