(Instinctually man generally needs to be content. His spirit wants harmony and enjoyment. Whenever he finds a chance for pleasure, he attempts to benefit from it. One of such merry occasions is still new in my memory. Like Wordsworth, I frequently recall it in my isolation and a train of pictures of the occasions passes before my eyes. I see the lighthearted and merry countenances of my companions and hear their happy cries.)
(Last week, I was dead drained. When I got into bed, I wanted to rest. I had a sweet dream. Here, I will portray a portion of the occasions).
We were choosing to organize a goodbye party for perhaps of our closest companions, Mr. Hamid, who was leaving for Saudia. Various recommendations were advanced. A few of us needed to go to Jahangir's Tomb. A couple planned to go to the stream. There was a lot of energy yet we could not choose anything. Visiting -------- abruptly streaked to me. After some conversation, all consented to it.
"There could be no more prominent distress than to review when we were blissful."
To make the party significant, we chose to prepare our lunch ourselves. A few utensils and eatables were sorted out for the reason and afterward, we employed a taxi. We came to and set up our central command under a cool moby-ud-Din obscure tree. A cool wind invited us. It was a perfect, peaceful, and wonderful spot. Blossoms of various varieties added a lot to the excellence of the spot. The sweet trilling of birds was making an unspeakable impact. So, nature was stripped and we partook in the sight a ton. We all significantly respected (the spot) (the wonderful structure of the burial chamber. The Minarets and the burial chamber are show-stoppers of Muslim design. We offered 'Fateha' there.)
Then, at that point, the most agreeable piece of our fun, our cooking, began and giggling followed it. Two of us chose to manipulate the flour and started boxing with it. Before long they were heaving gravely. We had never felt that stripping potatoes would demonstrate so a difficult task. One individual went to wash the meat (at the waterway) and accompanied not exactly half. Abdullah gathered a few sticks and started to get a fire going. Before long he was in a truly hopeless condition with tears in his eyes.
We had neglected salt to carry with us and thus needed to do the cooking without it. An enormous amount of toppings was placed in the meat and it was "worth tasting". An excessive number of cooks had ruined the stock. Chapattis wouldn't be round. Presently everyone jumped upon the ready mangoes. It was an extraordinary tomfoolery pursuing each other to grab the other's portion.
Our cricket began and it didn't permit us to return yet all at once, thick mists showed up in the west. They spread all around the sky in a matter of seconds. It started sprinkling. We, subsequently, needed to resign, however reluctantly.
(Unexpectedly, I was called by somebody. I awakened and understood that it was only a sweet dream.)
1) A Dream
2) A Visit to a Historical Place
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