It was twilight time; I was watching television in my house when I heard an explosion. More followed. So I went outside to see what the matter was. A column of dark billowing smoke told me the story. There was a fire raging a short distance away. I got into my bike and went in the direction of the smoke. It was a row of motor-workshops and they were burning furiously. The police and the fire department had already cordoned off the area. I watched from a distance. The fire rose up to twenty meters. Now and then explosions can be heard as gas cylinders blew up in the intense heat. Finally the blaze died down and darkness enveloped us. The workshops were totally razed. Only red hot embers remained where they once stood. I returned home after everything was fine.


February 14, 2009. Uncategorized.

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