This morning, at 6.30 am, we woke up to the sounds of people yelling outside the house. The lights went out, and since my reflexes react almost immediately to the lack of air movement in the room, was up and about. I poked my head into the balcony. People were rushing around manically with buckets.
Apparently there was a fire just outside our flat. The mains had caught fire, and we were lucky that a passerby had spotted the flames as they sparked viciously outside the roomie’s door.
This lady with a presence of mind, doused the fire with sand, and by the time the fire brigade arrived things were under control. We woke up to the aftermath, and felt lucky to be alive and uninjured.
We had no electricity the entire day and popped down to Slug’s house, which is just down the lane for the fan, breakfast and bed to sleep on. We reached there only to find the Slug dressed up like a bandit, and cleaning her fan and house rigourously (two brooms are better than one), since her maid had not turned up for 4 days. She cut a comical figure — very Pune college-gal-on-a-bike. She maintains that cleaning helps her destress. Seems like the new trend these days. Works for Brie from Desperate Housewives, too.
