A PICNIC
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 Shalimar gardens. A great number of people were there. They had spread their carpets and mats all over the place. A large number of children were running. shouting, 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 things there. A garden watchman promised us to look after our things in our absence.
We strolled about the garden. It was so beautifull that we could not find words to express our admiration . The beautiful trees,especially the cypress, the well-kept lawns, the typical Mughal fountains, so different from the modern ones, and the different tiers of the garden cast a spell over us.My cousin was tongue-tied with delight. He had not seen any thing like it in Islamabad.
We were so absorbed in the beauty of the garden that we forgot everything. After some time we returned to the place where the garden watchman was guarding our things. We thanked and invited him to share lunch.
After lunch we thought for a nap. So we laid 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. The watchman brought us some very good tea. This put my cousin in high spirits. He asked Nasir to play his piano. Nasir did not wait for the second request, and played a beautiful tone. All of us were spell bound.
Suddenly a peal of thunder broke the spell.The cloud were thick and low.Most of the people had left.We collected our thinds and rushed out of the garden.Fortunately,we found a taxicab at the gate.
Thus a memorable day had ended.
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