It was my first time in Mumbai city. I have come to Delhi many times before with my mother. My mother's uncle came to South Africa at a young age. Uncle was an officer in the Indian Intelligence Bureau. Retired. A person who knows how to keep a secret. If you tell a secret to uncle, it will never come out. My character was almost like that. If you tell a secret to me, even if I die, I will not tell anyone else." Elizabeth started saying.Weather is ok tomorrow. The plan is to go to work Field tomorrow morning. The DP trial of the ship will be conducted first. Today the captain and his team are in the mood of the whole story."In the morning, we arrived at the Taj Hotel. The three fat men who came with Uncle came with us to the reception." Elizabeth began."Why all these people?""There is a need, dear," said the uncle."Take some rest... Uncle is staying in a nearby hotel. Use these SIM cards," Uncle said, "Already recharged," and gave each SIM to Anna and me.We quickly put it in the

Our ship is approaching the oil platform. It is very interesting to see from the ship. A sight that seems far away suddenly appears to be near. Deck foreman Jessy and the riggers stand on the main deck. The morning sun showered nectar on their faces dressed in red coveralls. The weather was fine….the rising red sun cast a golden hue on the wheelhouse (at the bridge). The aroma of South Indian breakfast wafted from the mess hall to the main deck. The Captain is very excited. A J-shaped tube is fixed on the south side of the oil platform. Yellow color is given to that tube. The hook-like part rests on the bottom of the sea. Its mouth is closed with a plate. The plate in the mouth should open when the cable pulls through the tube. The diver will reach the sea bed to open it. Clara and Smith are assigned to this task. Johan has scheduled forty-five minutes for this task. Our ship is positioning itself close to the platform. Jessy and the four riggers boarded the Zodiac and went

"What happened? Who is in this picture? What happened to them? Why are these American electricians and Mexican riggers showing you these pictures? How did these pictures get on their mobile phones? What is the relationship between these people and those with broken legs lying in this hospital?" I approached Jacob with a handful of questions. "It's a quotation through Clara," replied Jacob. I was amazed. Jacob explained the incident. Justice has been served to my family and me. Jacob continued "He is right. Now he can sleep well." The Americans supported it. The Mexican Rigger nodded. "My family lives in the city of Kochi. Kochi is one of the major cities in Kerala, the southern tip of India. After school in the evening, my sister's daughter went to buy snacks at a nearby bakery. The owner of the bakery is a sixty-year-old man. He is involved in politics. My sister's daughter is only eleven years old. That dirty older man raped my child cruelly...the child ran away from there. Sh