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 onto my bicycle and pedalled in the direction of the smoke. A couple of
kilometres later I came upon the fire. It was a row of motor-workshops and they
were burning furiously.
The police and fire department had already cordoned off the area. I watched
from a distance. A crowd had already gathered and we gaped with amazement at the
spectacle presented by the burning shops.
The fire rose to about twenty metres and it lit up the whole area even though
the sky was already dark. The firemen desperately sprayed streams of water into
the fire to control it. Now and then explosions can be heard as gas cylinders
blew up in the intense heat.
For more than an hour the fire raged. I could see anxious people trying to
get near the workshops only to be held back by the police. They were obviously
the shop-owners trying to save their shops. Actually they could do nothing but
wait for the fire to be extinguished.
Finally the blaze died down and darkness enveloped us. The workshops were
totally razed. Only red-hot embers remained where they once stood. The crowd
thinned and I too got onto my bicycle and cycled home.