One evening I had not been long in bed when i was awakened by cries of ‘ Fire ! Fire!’ I at once 
dressed myself and hurried out of the house to see where the fire had broken out.There were many like me who,roused by the alarm,were hurrying towards the scene, I joined 
them.We had hardly gone a furlong or two when we saw a huge glare high above the roofs of the 
surrounding houses.Now we saw that the Wazir Ali Building was on fire.The blaze was 
tremendous.A large crowd had already gathered there.People were hurrying to and fro and throwing buckets 
full of sand and water on the flames.The air was thick with smoke and pungent with the fumes of 
burning timber.Our eyes smarted and our skin seemed to burn.Now the fire-brigade arrived.At once the brave firemen in their shining helmets leap into the 
fire and began to play streams of water on the shooting flames with their long hose-pipes.They 
seemed to be charmed lives.They walked through the fire,as it were.They dived here;the dived 
there;they dived everywhere;yet the burning flame hardly seemed to touch them.The fire had now reached the second floor and the tongues of the flames were licking the ceiling 
of the storey above.Suddenly the roof fell with a thunderous crash.The flames now shot up 
higher than ever and the burning sparks danced all around.It was a terrible sight.But the brave firemen went on battling with the flames.For full two hours the fire raged,but in 
the end the firemen succeeded in bringing it under control and preventing it from spreading to the 
neighbouring houses.Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.The loss of property was tremendous for 
the whole mansion was turned to ashes,but happily there was no loss of life