Short essay on A Visit to a Hill Station (Free to read). In a hot country like India, hills stations have a special significance. Of all the hill stations which I have seen Sheila I have liked the most. It is the queen of hills.
I visited Sheila along with my friend Sham. We went there by train which passed through many dark tunnels. It was the month of June when it was very hot in the plains.
Once we reached Sheila, we forgot the sweltering heat of the plains. We had already booked a bungalow there, overlooking a green valley. At Sheila we were welcomed by the softly blowing cool breeze and birds chirping in the charming pine trees. The dancing rivulets, moving in zigzag paths and making harmonious music catered to our senses of sight and sound. The multi-colour, fragrant flowers and floating clouds overhead were a feast to our eyes. In great awe and admiration to the glories of God, we thanked him for having created so plenteous beauties. We felt overwhelmed.
We stayed at Sheila for a week. Daily we set out early in the morning to visit beauty spots around Sheila. We welcomed drizzling, but when it rained heavily, we had to stay indoors. Then we played some indoor games and enjoyed the dainty dishes prepared by the cook we had arranged. After the rain, everything looked fresh. When the weather was fine, we sometimes, especially in the evenings, went to the Mall or the Ridge. There we saw people from different parts of the world. They were all in a hilarious mood. There were some vendors who sold some gift articles at exorbitant rates. We already knew that most of them were cheats. So, we kept our purchases at the minimum. But we did bring at least one dainty gift for each member of our families.