“Sir, there is an emergency at terminal 4. One of the cranes….” Madhav did not wait to hear the rest.
Grabbing his bright orange safety helmet, he darted out. He was a captain who believed in going down with his ship if it came to that.
Many employees were rushing towards terminal 4 and Madhav quickly joined them.
His eyes took a moment to understand the situation; workers in blue uniforms were thronging near a table, their expressions very sober.
On the table, he saw a cake with the words, Happy Birthday Madhav Sir.
A lone tear escaped his eyes.