Chapter 15

It was an hour or so past midnight and an ominous storm that had been brewing above the Arabian Sea all day, was at its crescendo. Cinching the lapels of the bomber jacket closer, Jayant braced himself against strong gusts of incoming sea wind.  Small steamer boats anchored at the shore were dancing choppily at the tunes of rough waves. While he monitored the unloading of their latest consignment going on in front of him with practiced eyes, he could see that the workers were having a tough time of it. The high tide was vehement on this cloudy night and the full moonlight was quite lacking its usual luster. And true enough, before he could even finish the thought, a man almost slipped a wooden crate while trying to hold his footing against a particularly high wave that crashed into the rocky embankment.

"Kalji ghya! Agadi ekaca boksa nahi sodala pahije," Jayant instinctively shouted in his mother ton