Wake up call

Being woken up by the panicky voice of a girl shouting my name isn't quite my idea of how I'd like to begin a rare day off from work, but that's what happened yesterday. It was Id & I'd been catching up on my sleep after having crashed at 4 in the morning, when my reverie was punctured courtesy Sweta.

The stove had been acting up again & the poor girl was scared out of her wits. But I don't blame her .... I'd be scared too if some part of the stove I was cooking on caught fire at random .... she didn't know that it wasn't the first time this kind of thing had happened.

And fire is something you can never be too careful of .... especially in light of the terrible tragedy that's taken place at the Meerut trade fair. Entire families literally turned to ashes .... makes you thankful 'it wasn't me' instead of the usual 'why me' that we keep ruminating on.