Tumpa Chatterjee Chapter 1 The night the ship MV Samudra Falcon limped into Mumbai’s Jawaharlal Nehru Port, the sky was a black, bruised canvas, streaked with furious lightning that split the monsoon clouds like shattered glass. The Arabian Sea roared with the rage of the storm, waves slapping against the hull of the vessel as if trying to wrest it back into the depths. Dockyard sirens wailed, their echoes swallowed by the wind that howled through the skeletal cranes and rusting cargo containers stacked like tombstones across the yard. The storm had delayed the unloading, and the men of the…