I was no good in being a couch potato. I was often found jumping on beds and then my dad hauling over my coals wasn’t something wild enough to scare my sis. However I always wanted to set off a voyage to explore the whole world , but I wasn’t really eager to burn a hole in my dad’s pocket , coming in handy this winter I had a blare in Boston at Massachusetts. Boston is often an ivory tower to people and is a place of great interest along with the mesmerizing beautifying nature. Our trip wasn’t prolonged , however it was of one’s hearts. Winter at Boston is enough to get one a feeling of scrape and so was my dad when I stood up infront of him with a wobbly voice . My dad had no hobson’s choice rather than nodding to my words and following thereafter.
So girding my loins we stepped up the airport and saw seats helter skelter and sipping a coke at early sun rise , we took off as the flight turned west and the the fresh flakes of snow met my shoes , I was shivering of cold but never lost my broken humor to light the 4 days of my life , I cracked a dad joke and no one really laughed , minding none I went up to the shining hotels of Boston and was eager to step up The Museum of Science and explored.
fictitious animals and also a gigantic model of a heart bothered me a lot and it seemed to be tough for me to get off the museum after a little while, I clinched by staring after dinosaurs for minutes. Back at the hotel, I had some mouth-watering dishes along with calming my mind at the public library and struggling to find the meaning of those punishing words was hilarious, nonetheless, at night we usually prefer having tea with some jolly plays and witty talks, besides it was always the only way to come in tune.
Well, the clock was on and it was our third day there in Boston and we wanted to set out for morning ecstasy there at Fenway Park, shouting our lungs out till our last breath followed by our munching spree at Quincy Market and our last stop was Harvard Art Museum, I’ve often been building castles in the air about Harvard and it’s always a new vent to the heart to figure out fresh information about John Harvard, getting down the brass tacks, I literally gawked at the European and American arts alive from the middle ages, having the best of my juvenescence, At the night we had some hasty pudding and shut our bags for the flight the very another day.
It was time for us to get back to India and no one was an estate in getting back to the whole hog. We clicked off our flight and after a day of the tiring journey, we got back with a perturbed mindset. That was the most indelible tour of my life and I wish to visit Beantown a million times more.
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