It was 3 o' clock of the following day, the day of the picnic. All got prepared for it. It had been arranged beyond the cognition of the Hostel Authority. So in a silence, we got out of the Hostel. A bus was arranged that was waiting for the advent of our mates. Atlast, the journey started.....
....The delectation picked an exponential rise with the increasing angular velocity of the wheels. At Bargarh, there was the tea halt. With the sensation of the winter morning, all enjoyed the tea and the journey resumed. Then at 7.30 in the morning, the bus paused at Padampur. We finished our tiffin and did some marketing. On the way we stopped many more times for collection of fuels....What ever it may be, the bus turned towards the Gandhamardan. The anxiety got doubled. Atlast, we arrived at Harishankar...
....What a seen !!! the monkeys and dogs were wandering together. After arrangement for the cook, we set on the bath in the fountain. Really we enjoyed it a lot. But marking a fullstop to the revelry and merrymaking, an incident happened - Lola faced an accident on the rocks. I have listened from my elders that when someone's enjoyment attains a peak, he has to pay for it....I thought it came true...We took him to the nigh hospital and and he got his wound stitched.
It was the time for lunch..very delicious items were waiting for us. Then after a short rest, we faced towards the hostels. At 9 p.m., we arrived at hostel and it was the day of grand feast in the hostel.
...It was my first picnic in my B.Tech. carrier...with some rapturous delight and some grief, it ended. By the way It will be in my reminiscence throughout my lifetime..
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