A Visit to the Green Park – A Short Story Last Sunday, after days of hectic routines and endless screen time, I decided to visit the Green Park in my town—a place I had often heard about but never truly explored. It was early morning when I arrived, and the world still seemed half-asleep. The air was fresh, cool, and filled with the soft rustling of leaves. Dewdrops sparkled on the grass like tiny diamonds, and the sky wore a soft golden hue as the sun began to rise. As I walked through the park gate, I felt a wave of peace wash over me. Tall trees stood proudly on either side of the winding paths, their branches dancing gently in the morning breeze. Birds chirped from the treetops, their melodies adding music to the silence. Some joggers passed by, lost in their rhythm, while elderly couples strolled slowly, sharing quiet conversations. I found a wooden bench under a large neem tree and sat for a while, watching the world go by. Children began arriving with their parents, run...