Essay On Visit To A Small Town
My uncle and his family live at Deoghar, a small town in Jharkhand. I had gone to my uncle’s house twice before. Recently my cousin has sent a letter inviting me to spend a fortnight in their house, after my annual examination. I am a little hesitant because I both like and dislike this old little town. The town has a long history as it is one of the most famous pilgrimages for the worshippers of the Lord Shiva. There are so many large garden-houses with huge, sleek eucalyptus trees. At distance one can see the outlines of distant hills etched on the skyline.
All around there are so many beautiful temples and gardens full of colourful flowers. Even the names of the different parts of the township are beautiful and remind one of its British connection-‘Bompas Town’ ‘Castor Town’ ‘Burmesia’ etc. The clip-clop sound of the horse’s hoofs in the streets of the little town is pleasing to the ear though the house-drawn tonga is steadily vanishing. But the town is awfully dirty, specially in the market place where stinking garbages lie heaped perpetually.
Again, when the pilgrims enter the town on special occasions this little town reek in fifth and people. But still it has an old-world charm.
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