Essay On A Visit to a Village
I live in a city so I have no idea of what life in a village is like, but I always had a desire to visit one when my dream My dream come true and this became my dream. My dream came true one day when our teacher announced that we would visit Bhagwati Gram as part of our Geography Project. This village is about twenty kilometres from the city.
We started our trip by bus on a beautiful Sunday morning. We had great fun in the bus singing popular songs, telling jokes and stories. We hardly noticed the time when suddenly our teacher told us that we had reached the village.
What a surprise when an old man, followed by a number of children, welcomed us and told us he was the village headman. He offered to show us lasing around his village and led the way to the rice fields. We walked on a very narrow path. As far as we could see, the fields looked like a green carpet. The blades of rice plants moved gently in the breeze. There was total silence all around except for the chirping of birds now and again. This was so different from the noise of the city. Our teacher took the opportunity to tell us all about growing ho rice. The headman also told us about some of his experiences.
After about an hour or so we returned to the village, and we were taken to a well, surrounded by trees. There we had our lunch which we had brought with us. The headman joined us and he was happy to taste our kind of food.
All too soon it was time to return home. The day was a joyous one for all of us, a day on which we learned more than we do in the classroom.