Sujoy was glancing through the headlines when the phone rang. He grabbed it without wasting a moment.
“Fire in Green View apartments”, he shouted, “prepare to leave”, he concluded peremptorily.
The scene at the site was heart-rending. The stark black fumes against the azure blue sky seemed like gigantic monsters looking out to engulf everything around. The fire was fierce, very fierce. Sujoy immediately ordered his troupe to get to work.
He and most of his men were striving hard to control fire on tower-4, the epicentre of this catastrophic flame. Rest of his associates were making more or less futile attempts to fight fire and rescue people on other towers. Sujoy was discernibly upset about the paucity of men under him and a severe dearth of fire-fighting equipment.
Meanwhile, the situation on other towers aggravated further. The satanic fire enwrapped them brutally. The skies echoed the strandeds’ bloodcurdling yells. Sujoy, for the first time in many years, felt helpless. He did lose hope somewhere deep down but vowed to keep trying till the blaze extinguished or till his body got charred beyond recognition.
Tower-5 was burning furiously. There was little chance of anyone still being alive inside. Carrying out rescue operation on the next tower seemed to be a more feasible and pragmatic option to him. His men immediately complied accordingly.
Hours later, Sujoy stood there, shaken and devastated. His eyes forgot to blink. His heart was suddenly bereft of something. In front of him was a huge stretch of ash. He picked up a handful of ash and gazed at it as if some magic spell would bring it back to life. He pocketed it and headed for his home where an anxious mother awaited her valiant son.