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In 200-250 words write a story based on the input given below:

Two teams - in the playground - whistle blew - match about to begin - the two captains looked tense - suddenly there was a commotion.

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A long wait for the bus - people impatient - a large crowd - a lot of confusion - felt the pocket being touched - looked around - caught the hand - and .................

 

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THE FOOTBALL MATCH

Raghu was excited to witness his brother's football match. He held on to his mother's arm tightly. This was the first time he was entering football stadium. Excitement was written all over his face. He would not have received this treat, had it not been for his elder brother, Gautam, who was the captain of the Red house team. While entering the school gate, he saw his brother standing and his heart swelled with pride.

'Mummy, look!' shouted Raghu.

'Stop! You will not scream inside the school campus, you promised that to your brother' Avni, their mother was tensed rather than happy. She was worried about her 15-year-old son standing in the playground, leading his team. Gautam had high fever until late the night before, but would not even think of stepping down from the leader's post.

The match was about to begin. Both the teams were in the field with the referee in the midst. It was the final of the inter-house football championship, and the Reds were playing against the Blues. The whistle blew, the captains looked tense, Gautam was facing his best friend Neel. The game started and Raghu's face lit up. His brother was driveling and leading his team confidently Raghu was sure that they would score. Gautam, too, was sure as he knew his abilities. With the help of his teammates, the Reds were ahead by three goals to nil, within a quarter of an hour of the game. Suddenly, there was a commotion, a crackling sound and then a loud bang someone had burst a cracker. The second bang came from the east end of the playground, where Raghu was sitting along with his mother. Immediately, Gautam lost all concentration. His focus shifted towards his little brother and mother when the third bang of the cracker followed. People started to panic, and, they started shoving each other while trying to move out of the stadium. Gautam left the game and ran towards the stands; he picked up his little brother, held his mother's hand and escorted them out of the stadium, through a shorter route. The loud bangs of the cracker continued, and the game was called off. Gautam was unhappy about the incident that took place. The Reds went to the Principal with this complaint.

Everyone said it was a deliberate act. An enquiry into the incident led us to the coach of the blue team who thought that it was the only way of winning the trophy. They were sure that with Gautam in the lead it would be difficult for the blue team to win. They thought was a clever way of distracting everyone and were confident that it will end in a draw. When the Principal came to know of this act, he was appalled and awarded the trophy to the Red team in the next day's morning assembly.

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THE LOST CHILD

It was a hot summer afternoon. The bus stand was filled with a crowd eager to get on a bus and reach their respective destinations in time. But due to an accident on the highway, the buses were running late. The queue for the bus was very long and I had been standing for almost two hours now. I could not leave the queue as it would mean relinquishing my place and another long endless wait. Fights had already broken out on minor issues and the atmosphere was becoming heated and tense. In this situation, it was hard to take notice of stray people who had no reason to be there.

So it was luck that I was able to save my pocket from being picked. I felt a sudden itch on my back pocket area, I looked around and my hands rested on a tiny hand, trying to take my wallet. I was about to find my voice and shout but then I suddenly stopped. The little girl's face and her unruly hair had stopped me from yelling. I knew that face from somewhere, it had a striking resemblance to someone I used to know. The little girl had tears rolling down her face and her soft voice was begging me not to shout. I took her hand and left the queue immediately, there was another pressing matter that needed my attention. I desperately asked her about her family and her whereabouts. It suddenly struck me that, she resembled my cousin sister, who along with her child, had gone missing three years ago. My heart was beating fast and I called the little girl by her name. Are you Swati ? Is your mother's name Anju ?'

The child suddenly stopped crying. She looked at me bewildered and nodded her head. She took me to her little shanty house in the slums nearby. There I saw my sister lying sick on a dirty rag on the floor. She looked at me and cried out in disbelief, 'How did you find me ?'  I told her about the incident and enquired about her past. She told me of her long struggle. She was subjected to domestic violence, which made her flee along with her daughter. She tried to find a job but was unable to find one and had eventually landed on the streets. She had no hope of finding a better future. She hugged me tightly and cried. I sympathized with her but at the same time I was elated to be reunited with her after a long time. I called up her parents and gave them the happy news.

That became one of the happiest days in my life. I had rescued my cousin and her daughter from the clutches of ill-fate and had given them hope for a better future.