Published:  01:49 AM, 18 January 2019 Last Update: 10:39 AM, 18 January 2019

Travelling

Travelling

As soon as I had stepped out of the hotel's shade, the first thing I had my eyes fixed on was the bright blue sky and let the sun's pleasant ray fall over me. The wind was gentle and slow, and staring up, it felt as if the tall buildings were gazing back at me.

The morning itself seemed like the truest blessing one can witness. Overall, from that small portion of the city, New York itself seemed blessed with beauty. With my backpack nicely crammed with mostly all the necessary items I'll need for my short trip, I began walking down the road and before I knew, I had passed by a sweetly packed stall of flowers blooming. Immediately without a thought I had crouched down to face the beauties below. I absolutely had no words to describe them.

 From the beginning, I had barely ever wandered through nature for obvious reason as finance and health. And seeing such colorful bunches standing out with meaning as abstract as their appearances. I barely knew any flowers aside Marigold, Rose and Daisies and the stall had such unknown flowers that the mere sight of their colors and the luxurious scent that lingered around through the petals had made me calm to the heart.

It was a delightful sight, watching the colors unravel more and more sweetly and brightly under the dapple shade of the sun. After a warm cup of coffee and making sure that the pictures from the stall were perfect, I checked the time to be 9 and decided to walk to the Central Park. Calling out for a taxi. I was outside the gorgeous gate of the park in less than six minutes or so. It was open and unexpectedly, it wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be. The path ahead was mostly empty of people.

As I made way on the plain road between the natures I felt butterflies dancing inside me and before I knew I was already smiling while gazing around me. There were benches from distances and sitting on them gave yet another scene of where I was. I felt like a millpond; being around nature for once in a while could be awfully relaxing. The pleasuring relaxation nature can wrap oneself was incomparable. I clicked a few pictures and set on my first ever morning walk while noting down my ideas for future writing. In the end, I couldn't enter the pond area because of my thoughts clouding my mind while walking through the off side.

For a moment there, nature had me cradled in its arms. I had accidentally spent over an hour there at the Central Park and now it seemed the perfect time for lunch. Lucky enough, I stumbled upon a nice restaurant (whose name I have completely forgotten) around the corner of the alley I was wandering in. It seemed they served omelet rice dishes along with beef stew and steak.

The custom service and the restaurant's quality usual matter the most to me and that place had them at its best. After a contented meal with perfect omelet rice along with beef soup, paying the bills, I headed out again. Checking the time, I realized that the Ferry for New York's tour would be leaving around 3 in the evening and then it was only 12 almost reaching 1 in the afternoon.

And so, my next destination was fixed. Keeping my track of time limited, I had settled on one of the long glorious tables in the Public Library with my most desired book, 'The Catcher in the Rye". Apparently, it was a book about a boy, describing his past events and being optimistic about the unknown future. I knew only that much, and had been curious ever since.

Even so, I had no plans to read there, for the atmosphere was too unknown. However, I believed this book could help me more in writing. I purchased the book and roamed around the huge shelves with a childish smile beaming at everywhere I looked. Later, I walked around the streets, noticing the smallest of beauty.

The awfully gorgeous buildings and I knew perfectly why people dreamt of visiting NYC. I grabbed a sandwich from my bag and kept my ticket for the Ferry safely between the pages of my new book. While I journeyed around the shops of all kinds, I managed to get a taxi just in time for the ferry launch. Keeping in mind, my purpose of visiting NY was to get inspired and motivated and energized for my next story.

And I must say, the beauty I saw from the ferry's tip was mesmerizing enough for even the toughest person to swoon over the tour. And I can say I wasn't the photography loving person, but even so, I felt the need to capture them for the rest of my life. I recall seeing a lot of museums, tall barbed buildings, and out of all, the most mesmerizing was the high and mighty Statue of Liberty.

And it was a scene I would have regretted not capturing, for the dawn that was sinking just beside it, while the statue stood fearless and flawless. I believe my tour to NYC was the best choice after all; I couldn't have gotten a better holiday than this. Even if I was there alone facing my fear of confidence, I knew when I would be heading home, I'd be perfectly new and filled new ideas and motivation.

The writer is student of class seven,
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---As soon as I had stepped out of the hotel's shade, the first thing I had my eyes fixed on was the bright blue sky and let the sun's pleasant ray fall over me. The wind was gentle and slow, and staring up, it felt as if the tall buildings were gazing back at me. The morning itself seemed like the truest blessing one can witness. Overall, from that small portion of the city, New York itself seemed blessed with beauty.

With my backpack nicely crammed with mostly all the necessary items I'll need for my short trip, I began walking down the road and before I knew, I had passed by a sweetly packed stall of flowers blooming. Immediately without a thought I had crouched down to face the beauties below. I absolutely had no words to describe them.

 From the beginning, I had barely ever wandered through nature for obvious reason as finance and health. And seeing such colorful bunches standing out with meaning as abstract as their appearances. I barely knew any flowers aside Marigold, Rose and Daisies and the stall had such unknown flowers that the mere sight of their colors and the luxurious scent that lingered around through the petals had made me calm to the heart. It was a delightful sight, watching the colors unravel more and more sweetly and brightly under the dapple shade of the sun. After a warm cup of coffee and making sure that the pictures from the stall were perfect, I checked the time to be 9 and decided to walk to the Central Park. Calling out for a taxi.

I was outside the gorgeous gate of the park in less than six minutes or so. It was open and unexpectedly, it wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be. The path ahead was mostly empty of people. As I made way on the plain road between the natures I felt butterflies dancing inside me and before I knew I was already smiling while gazing around me. T

here were benches from distances and sitting on them gave yet another scene of where I was. I felt like a millpond; being around nature for once in a while could be awfully relaxing. The pleasuring relaxation nature can wrap oneself was incomparable. I clicked a few pictures and set on my first ever morning walk while noting down my ideas for future writing. In the end, I couldn't enter the pond area because of my thoughts clouding my mind while walking through the off side.

For a moment there, nature had me cradled in its arms. I had accidentally spent over an hour there at the Central Park and now it seemed the perfect time for lunch. Lucky enough, I stumbled upon a nice restaurant (whose name I have completely forgotten) around the corner of the alley I was wandering in. It seemed they served omelet rice dishes along with beef stew and steak.

The custom service and the restaurant's quality usual matter the most to me and that place had them at its best. After a contented meal with perfect omelet rice along with beef soup, paying the bills, I headed out again. Checking the time, I realized that the Ferry for New York's tour would be leaving around 3 in the evening and then it was only 12 almost reaching 1 in the afternoon.

And so, my next destination was fixed. Keeping my track of time limited, I had settled on one of the long glorious tables in the Public Library with my most desired book, 'The Catcher in the Rye". Apparently, it was a book about a boy, describing his past events and being optimistic about the unknown future. I knew only that much, and had been curious ever since. Even so, I had no plans to read there, for the atmosphere was too unknown. However, I believed this book could help me more in writing. I purchased the book and roamed around the huge shelves with a childish smile beaming at everywhere I looked.

Later, I walked around the streets, noticing the smallest of beauty. The awfully gorgeous buildings and I knew perfectly why people dreamt of visiting NYC. I grabbed a sandwich from my bag and kept my ticket for the Ferry safely between the pages of my new book. While I journeyed around the shops of all kinds, I managed to get a taxi just in time for the ferry launch. Keeping in mind, my purpose of visiting NY was to get inspired and motivated and energized for my next story.

And I must say, the beauty I saw from the ferry's tip was mesmerizing enough for even the toughest person to swoon over the tour. And I can say I wasn't the photography loving person, but even so, I felt the need to capture them for the rest of my life. I recall seeing a lot of museums, tall barbed buildings, and out of all, the most mesmerizing was the high and mighty Statue of Liberty.

And it was a scene I would have regretted not capturing, for the dawn that was sinking just beside it, while the statue stood fearless and flawless. I believe my tour to NYC was the best choice after all; I couldn't have gotten a better holiday than this. Even if I was there alone facing my fear of confidence, I knew when I would be heading home, I'd be perfectly new and filled new ideas and motivation.


The writer is student of class seven,
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