Author's e-books - finding oneself. Page - 1
"the sound of women’s laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface. She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights. In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light
"the sound of women’s laughter drifted across the still water of the harbour, lights glinted on the oily blue surface. She was an Indian ship, The Mumbai Princess. He could see turbaned members of the crew moving among the guests serving drinks. It was Divali, the Indian festival of light, flickering lanterns and night lights. In the stern of the ship was a golden statue, one of the Hindu goddesses- garlands of bright flowers hung round her neck. She shimmered, reflecting the light