There was this unusual glow about everything around him. He could see the large children’s park overlooking his flat, the flower beds, the trees, the topiary bushes shaped elephants again. He saw his son running about with a broken tooth and the soiled football in the park. He could see his wife telling something to their son. Perhaps she was asking him not to play near the flower beds, lest they should get damaged. She would sometimes turn to him and smile. It felt like watching an old movie, where there was no sound, but the actors portrayed their emotions so well that it did reach right to your heart.             He was awakened from his slumber by a commotion outside his cabin. The Captain had been on the seas on his ‘Santa Maria 339’ for the last six months. He had left his home at Mumbai and sailed to Portugal, where he had picked up cargo to be transferred to Shanghai, and was on his way back to Mumbai with ca...