365 Writing Prompts: The natural world

Describe your first memorable experience exploring and spending time in nature. Were you in awe? Or were you not impressed? Would you rather spend time in the forest or the city?

This is the image of Talkotora bagh in New Delhi. I saw this a long time ago,I have not forgotten how thrilled I was in a place where the grass is luscious green. Any where you turn around you see nature in its awesome form. Somewhere in my heart it feels as though I am yet to see a place as alluring as this park. May be there are many others in the world but I haven’t seen them.

Yes I love nature, it has so much to offer, the tall trees, the finely cut grass, the variety of flowers, the birds chirping, the colorful butterflies, and the people walking with their family, the picnic stands, the vendors trying to sell food,all this in a park.

I like the freedom nature offers.

A city to me cannot compare with nature. In the city, there are skyscrapers, the continuous movement of vehicles, people always in a hurry to get to their destination. You see worn out stern faces, it just does not seem right to be in a city with all its hustle and bustle makes life unbearable.

I think I’d love to spend time in a forest.

 

Wikipedia image of Talkotora bagh

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6 thoughts on “365 Writing Prompts: The natural world

  1. Dear Ranu,

    Thank you for sharing this post with us. We too like nature very much, the beauty that she gives us, the solace that she offers us. Beautiful photo!

    All good wishes,

    robert

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