Last month my cousin came from Karachi. He was very eager to see the beautiful places of Lahore. I thought that a visit to the beautiful Moghal Gardens, Shalamar, would be an excellent beginning to the sight-seeing tour of Lahore. I invited two of my friends, and one fine morning we went to the garden. We had packed a big lunch basket. My friend Shafique had his violin with him. On our way we bought some fruit and ice-cream the bazaar. The sky was overcast, but not heavily it was an ideal day for a picnic. A gust of cool and fresh air greeted us as we entered the main gate of the Shalamar gardens. A great number of picnickers were there. They had spread their carpets and mats all over the place and put their things there. Now they were walking in the garden. A large number of children were running about in every corner, shouting and laughing and holding multi-coloured balloons in their hands. After some time, we found a small lawn in a corner of the garden which was still unoccupied so we put our thing there. A garden watchman promised us to look after our things in our absence. We strolled about the garden it was so beautifully laid out that we could not find words to express our admiration. The beautiful tress, especially the tall, graceful cypresses, the well-kept lawns, the typical Moghal fountains so different from the modern ones, and the different tiers of the garden cast a spell over us. My cousin from Karachi was tongue-tied with delight. He had not seen anything like it in Karachi. We were so absorbed in the beauty of the garden that we forget everything. A group of people eating their lunch reminded us that we were hungry. We returned to the place were the garden watchman was guarding our things from birds etc. we thanked and invited him to share our lunch. He very gratefully accepted. After lunch we thought that a little steep would do us lot of good. So we lay down on the grass and fell asleep . it was three o, clock when my cousin shook my shoulder. My friends were already up. I washed my face and poured some cold water on my head. Now I was fully awake. My cousin wanted some tea. Our friend, the watchman, came to our help and brought us some very good tea. This put mu cousin in high spirits. He asked Shafique to play his violin. Shafique did not wait for the second request, and played a beautiful tune. All of us were spellbound. Suddenly a peal of thunder broke the spell. The clouds were think and low. Most of the people had left. We collected our things and rushed out of the garden. Fortunately, we found a taxicab at the gate. A memorable day had ended.View more random threads:
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