It was like any other sunny afternoon until a crowd rushed into our small lane. They started burning vehicles and attacking people.
I immediately closed the shutter of my old book shop. The smell of old papers surrounded me; bookworms crawled along the floor.
I almost jumped out of panic when my mobile phone rang.
“Some political leader is arrested for some scam. The party people are protesting against it. It’s all over the news. Please………….,” my wife announced.
I could not respond as the carbon dioxide from the fire suffocated me.
My shop was ablaze too, I realized.