The term comes from "Byzantium", the name of the city of Constantinople before it became Constantine's capital. This older name of the city would rarely be used from this point onward except in historical or poetic contexts.
All of a sudden, the happy atmosphere of the party was disturbed by a loud noise. The guests in the party started running out of the house in a great confusion.
I came outside, and found that the one of our neighbor had caught fire. The flames were rising high up towards the sky.
Everybody feared that a big fire would spread in the whole colony. We got anxious to bring the fire under control.
The wind fanned the flames. People want to put out the fire with buckets full or water and bags of sand.
The lady of the house was weeping bitterly. Her cries were heart rending. Her only son was sleeping on the upper story. The fire had not yet reached there. But cloud of smoke were summing out of the window of that room. Going to that story to save the boy meant sure death.
I wanted to rush to the help of the injured boy but I had injured leg. A young boy offered to risk his life. The people put a ladder against the wall.
The boy ran up like an arrow. He brought down the child out of the flames. Both the boy and the child were choked with smoke. The fire began to die down. It took two hours to bring it down.
The building was reduced to ashes. It was a terrible sight. Our neighbor was in great distress. None could say how the fire broke out. Some said that the fire was started by some mischievous people in the colony.
Other said that it was due to the carelessness of the servant of the house who left a burning cigarette near some clothes. In any case, the owner of the house suffered a heavy loss.
But god be thanked there was no loss of life. Everyone praised the young boy of his bravery. There was deep silence everywhere. I was enjoying a sound sleep in my room with my younger brother.
All of a sudden, I was awakened by noise of foot steps outside.
It appeared as if the people were running in the street. I got up and peeped down from the window. I came to know that the house of my friend Roshan was ablaze. I at once hurried to the spot.
The house was completely enveloped in flames. A strong wind formed the fire. The flames leapt to sky giving out the clouds of smoke.There was some effort to ascribe to Trump magical powers. In an early conversation — half comic, half desperate — Bannon tried to explain him as having a particular kind of Jungian brilliance.
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But when they take place they cause great alarm and destruction and sometimes loss of life. After taking our food in the night, my father made fire to heat milk.
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