It was a holiday. I was busy reading for my coming examination. Suddenly I heard a cry. It came from the neighboring house. I looked outside through the. To my horror, I saw that smoke was billowing out of the house next to our one. I suspected that it was on fire. It was a thatched house. To make things worse a strong wind was blowing. In no time flames of the fire lepta out and spread on all sides of the cottage. Volumes of thick smoke filled the air. I at once left my books and ran to the house. Other people had also arrived there in the meantime. We went forward to fight the fire with buckets of water. We were able to bring the fire under control after an hour’s hard struggle. Though there was no loss of life, the house was burnt to ashes with all its contents. The residents of the burnt house were poor people and this terrible accident virtually made beggars. The neighbors raise a fund to help them tide over the difficult time.
