She kept her first steps into the new city. And that night a thundering sound awakened her from the deep sleep, her half-sleepy eyes wandered all around, the building wall opposite her window reflected light like fire…her ears got deafened by repeated bursting. A flash of a thought crossed---blast, fire---she ran to her kids’ room. They were sleeping tight. From the window she could see dancing flames of fire. Nothing was clear, the sleep still held her half-conscious mind; she called her husband in sheer fear. He came to her and stared out, “Oh, my God, one of the car parked in the road side has caught fire, I think their water hose is not working properly, the other car and a third one also caught fire.” They both came fully out of their sleep; fire engine’s shrilling sound echoed, finally the fire fighting team arrived. Hard work for almost hours and the fire like a serpent coiled back and vanished. Fire is her greatest fear, a fear that infiltrated in the dead silence of a deep sleep.
Owl hoots through night and
Summer tries to cool down its pangs
Creepy shadows bloom
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