The heat was intolerable.
I could hear some explosions.
The fume coming out was acrid.
I had a choking sensation.
My throat was parched.
I ran frantically searching for water.
There was no water around.
I was running downstairs when Jane stopped me.
“What’s it Mickey, you look sick”
“Give me some water to douse the fire, Jane”
“Fire… Oh God, Mickey, is our tree house on fire?”
“Its worst, Jane !
My tummy is on fire,
I shouldn’t have tried those Tundey Kebabs at DokSaab’s party.”
