The summer holidays has approached, however, I had a cranky feeling about the place. "I am gonna go no matter what? I want to know the history of this place." I spoke out, as I was packing my travel bag. I was all set to go. I would always sit around during summer holidays, and this was a change in my routine, breaking out of the tedious circle. This was my opportunity on a chance that, I will dig the past of one of the greatest mathematicians of all time. I booked the ticket to the town, where Baudhyana was born, I learned that, it is a small sleepy town; however, it is vibrant due to its ancient heritage. I boarded the train at the crack of the dawn, I had a square shaped portmanteau, and also I had booked a hotel via my travel agent, so everything was setup for me, as I didn't have time to book it online. The prime motive was to unearth the history of that place, however, I decided to tool around, during my spare time, and not to mention, it was a summer holidays. The first-class ticket was booked for me; I was sitting at the window seat, enjoying the beauty of the nature, as the train was snaking through the tunnels and forests. My thoughts were circling about the research papers, which I had studied, but after a while, I decided to enjoy the nature, as the train rolled through the woods. As the train stopped on prime stations, I got down from the train, strolling around the station; it was a two days journey, so I was well prepared for it.
I want to know all the information on the off chance that, there are no issues. After two days of journey, I reached my destination; I disembarked the train, and walked briskly out of station. The hotel was ten minutes away from the station, so I went there on foot. The hotel was one storey structure, with gable roofs, and built with red bricks. The hotel was coloured in faded red colour, but the hotel was beautiful, and it was surrounded by lush green trees. The town was a sleepy town, so you could hear the chirping of birds, more than the chattering of the vehicles. I reached the reception, and showed my booking, the receptionist was a young man, with thick beard, and ruddy face. He smiled after looking at my booking, so he showed me the room. The room was large, and beautiful, it had two large windows, shrouded with designer drapes, and the bed was large. The room had an excellent amenities, I placed my luggage near the bed, and went to have shower.
I went to the hall, where there were many scrumptious breakfasts; there were patties, croissant, rissole smoothed and lemon cordial. I had it to my heart's content, after a while I felt endearing to this sleepy town, and then, I decided to saunter around the town, as there are many historical sites worth a visit.
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MATHEMATICIAN. (The Quest).
HorrorI am on a search for a hidden history, which unfolds the dreaded past again.