Accidents

Last summer, I saw a fire accident in a slum near by my street. There were a hundred huts in that slum. I saw huge clouds of dark smoke passing into the sky. I was shocked but anxious to see the spot. So I ran to the slum. I saw most of the houses were consumed in fire. About fifty people got burns and were badly attacked. They were being taken to hospital by ambulance vans.

Since it was hot summer, the fire quickly spread throughout the area. I understood from the crowd that by the time the fire engine reached the spot, fifty percent of the houses had been completely charred to ashes. People gathered there and the residents poured water, and threw sand to put out the fire but in vain. Anyhow the fire troop struggled heavily and put the fire. I heard from the conversation among the public that the cause of the fire was piece of burning cigarette thrown by a drunkard.

Fire, it is a well known fact, is a good servant but a bad master. We have to be very careful with it. I saw a spine chilling accident which could not be forgotten in my life. It was not a single accident but a chain of accidents. Suddenly I heard a thundering noise when two lorries collided with each other. A lorry went out of control and hit another lorry which overtook it.

The second lorry at once broke the median after hitting an ambassador car, and went straight into the shop killing two pavement dwellers. The glass door of the shop was broken into pieces. The drivers of both the lorries and the ambassador car died on the spot. The first lorry struck against the light post pushing down the innocent cyclist injured. The crowd dispersed cursing the drivers of the lorries who had no sense of responsibility.