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Fire (part 2) - Continues from fire (part 1)- The firemen reached the scene 15 minutes after the fire began. They started to fight the fire demon with their water guns. It was effective!! The fire died and people who came to take pictures and talk excitedly about the fire started to feel bored and they dismissed. Four houses were burnt down. Nobody injured. Now the place has regained it's normal quietness but something is not quite the same. Every time I looked across the field, I see horror. Images of the fire still flash in my mind, reminding me how a place somebody called "home" can vanish in just the twinkling of an eye.

Fire (part 1) Something bad happened. I just stood rooted to the ground and watched with my hanging mouth. I was back from the town on Monday afternoon and I saw thick, black smoke coming from 4 o'clock direction. I thought I was some irresponsible villagers burning rubbish again. As I approached, the cloud of smoke seemed enormous and it certainly was more than just rubbish burning. I became worrier when I realized that the direction of the smoke was coming from my housing area. I quickened my steps back home and my heart started to race. Just one street away from my house, I heard people saying "fire" and it was burning the first house of the terraced houses. I even heard that an old lady was involved in the fire. At the moment, I was half-convinced that the house on fire was mine. My worry became horror. Motorbikes and bicycles were all turning into the road which leads to my house.Till then, all I could do was to look up to the smoke and prayed it wasn't from my house. I finally reached to the junction of the road and I saw my house. It was saved. There was a big crowd standing in front of my house watching a house on fire right at the opposite of my house across the field. I was a bit relieved to see my house wasn't on fire, but the terror was still there. The fire was burning really wild even there was rain before that. The heat was felt even I was 100 meters away from the scene. I witnessed the demon of fire danced in victory taking down the whole wooden house and then the house next to it and then the one after next, the burning continued. Sound of small explosions was constantly heard. The roofs collapsed. The walls weren't there anymore. Nothing was left but the smoke and ashes. The crowd grew bigger and bigger. However that didn't help anything because people who came, they just were watching. Some even took out cameras and started talking pictures and talking about the fire like it was something really excited. People, it was not!! I didn't do anything either. The helplessness made me feel bad. I remembered my selfish pray which says "it is not my house". It indirectly meant I was praying for somebody's house to be on fire. - To be continued....-