Once you cross this field, beyond the bridge is your destination said the man working in the field. Thanking him we were walking briskly to witness the finals of the football tournament in the neighbouring village. Come on we don't have time to pick up that mango. The match is just about to start.
It was one of the most awaited moment in recent days. Everyone in the village was talking about it. We were all discussing strategies to defeat the neighbouring team. It was a rivalry that had a long history and today was the moment for the players to leave their mark. It was an exhilarating experience to be there.
Just as the match was about to begin, we could see a familiar face appearing from far away. The man we saw in the field was running towards the ground.He was gasping for air. There was an urgency in his voice. We heard that a few children had fallen sick and needed to be transferred to the hospital in the nearby town immediately. Everyone was shocked.
The rival team groups had now merged into a single group. The ground was empty within minutes. Opponents were now working together to help transfer the sick to the hospital. People were calming down the parents. It was truly a remarkable moment in the history of the two villages.
Today we just stand up in silence for one minute to console the one who is not amongst us. Even bomb blasts at a stadium don't stop a game from being played.
