Short essay on How You Spent Your Last Sunday
Short essay on How I Spent Last Sunday
Sunday
is generally meant for rest and leisure. But pure rest means rust. Leisure does
not mean lying in bed or sitting motionlessly on the sofa. It means diversion
from routine work.
I am not fond of a vegetable life. I
generally move about from place to place on Sundays and holidays. I visit my
friends and relatives and go for a picnic sight-seeing or to a hotel or restaurant,
in fact, to any place of recreation and entertainment with some friends. But I
spent the last Sunday in a different way, in fact, I had to do so. The
twentieth birthday of my friend, Alam, fell on last Sunday. In the early
morning, I went to congratulate him. He said to me, “I am glad that you have
come.” He was going to send a message to me to come, as I was expected to
arrange his birthday party which was to be given in the evening. So, the whole
day I had to stay with Alam at his house.
We took our breakfast and started
making preparations for the party. It was to be a simple affair, not a big
show, to be sure. Yet, Alam cherished my presence greatly. We went to the
market and brought the birthday cake and so many sweets and snacks, as also
colorful candles, a knife, balloons and buntings, golden caps etc. I brought
for myself a dainty electronic watch to be presented to Alam as my birthday
gift.
After lunch, we had a short nap. Now
it was afternoon. The friends and guests started coming. Alam was wearing his
best dress. I had also meanwhile arranged to fetch my best clothes from my
house. Everybody was his best attire. All was agog. As Alam blew out nineteen
candles fixed in the cake there was a loud clapping with everybody saying,”
Happy Birthday to Alam” After cake-cutting ceremony there was a sumptuous
feast. There was dance; there were songs and tit-bits. People congratulated and
thanked Alam for the feast. The latter thanked me for the helping hand I had
lent to him. I returned home late at night.
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