a. You were an eye witness to a heated argument between two of your neighbours which turned into a big fight. Narrate what you felt and did at that time.
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Narration of an incident
Once I became an eye witness to a heated argument between two of my neighbours and got confused as to how the matter should be handled. It was in association with a parking space occupied forcefully by one of my neighbours. The parking space belonged to none but the two kept quarrelling for the same.
I felt so helpless and knew that this argument had no end so I decided to stop their argument differently. I tried to show that the parking space that they were fighting for was not a safe one. They didn't seem to be much convinced initially but gradually I could make them understand. Finally, the argument ended and nobody actually claimed that space anymore considering it to be an unsafe one.
I have made this composition from someone's answer I saw on this website but I added some extra lines to it in order to reach 300 words. I wrote this for my assignment.
People have become so volatile, they have so little tolerance that even a trifle is enough to ignite their temper. Street fights are becoming more and more frequent. Once I witnessed such a fight from close quarters.
It was a pleasant Sunday evening. Sunday is a day of rest and repose. People either stay at home and relax or go out in the company of family or mend to enjoy themself. In either case, they get relief from their routine work of the week. There are, however, some of us who go on accumulating work and postpone it for Sunday. Right after breakfast, they get busy and do the work they have piled up for Sunday. The drudgery goes on till evening. Let stick to the topic, it was a pleasant Sunday evening and I was returning from my tutions as usual. I saw two boys quarreling for a ball. But before I reached there, two ladies came out from the adjoining houses to find out why their children were crying. Instead of separating the kids, surprisingly they started quarreling amongst themselves. A slanging match started. Voices were raised.
Soon many ladies came out of their houses and surrounded them. None tried to stop them. Some even added fuel to fire by their comments. It seemed as if they had used up all their abusive vocabulary and were about to come to blows. One had already started tearing the hair of the other. Then my grandmother came out. She is somewhat hard of hearing. Even she heard their voices. She in her forthright manner scolded both and silenced them. Then she enquired about the reason. To everyone’s surprise, they both told that the son of the other one had taken her son’s ball, and was quarreling with him. I could not help laughing when I saw that both the boys were playing happily with that very ball a few minutes later.