RescueThe glassy eyes of the fish betrayed no sign of life, but its gills were red, which indicated that it had been caught only a short time ago. Contrasting sharply with the deadness of the fish, however, all around there was a bustle of activity. The fishwives were perched on their platforms, with small piles of prawns or baskets of crabs in front of them. The centre slab which occupied pride of place in the fishmarket, today bore the carcass of a young shark, its mouth drawn back in a snarl exposing the jaws crowded with sharp teeth.
Near the doorway stood two young men, appraising and in turn being appraised. Vivek and Rahul were well aware that the fish-sellers’ eyes were upon them, as potential new customers to be wooed into making a purchase. One of the women finally decided to ma
