Short essay on How You Spent Your Last Sunday
Short essay on How I Spent Last Sunday S unday 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 par...