This is what happened.

This is what happened.

He stood across the street watching his house go up in flames.

Earlier, the night was clear and beautiful with no stars in sight. The city folks are used to this by now. Not seeing anything bright in the sky meant everything is normal; the lights of the city having taken over from the stars.

There was ruckus in the air. Excitement. Cheer. It was the his favourite holiday – Diwali. The entire family had gathered wearing shiny new clothes and big smiles on their faces. He loved this positivity and the closeness in the air. He loved seeing children’s faces light up as they watched the fireworks make magic. He loved to see adults being more than just cordial to one another. He loved greeting everyone with a big hearty embrace. This was his holiday. He enjoyed every moment of it.

Hi favourite part though were the fireworks. They left everyone mesmerized, even the adults. It was truly a sight to see. Not so much the fireworks in the sky but those in people’s eyes. In those few seconds you couldn’t tell the adults from the kids.

So as he watched his family’s twinkling eyes, he didn’t notice anything wrong. He didn’t see the kids playing with sparklers close to the house. Nor did he notice the tiny bit of spark in the disposed firecrackers.

So hours later when he returned home, he stood outside with his family watching his house go up in flames.




Day 4 – 365 Days of Writing prompt: Call Me Ishmael

Take the first sentence from your favorite book and make it the first sentence of your post.

P.S. I wanted to write this story after I heard of 3 houses being burned down due to fireworks being used without a permit. #staysafe

P.P.S. The first sentence is from my favourite book called The Power of One.


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