A Great Story, Made in India

“Bhaiyya, how long do you drive through the day?” I asked Lokesh Singh, the driver, my eyes still glazed to the windowpanes. “Sir, I start at 6 AM and drive till 12 in the night,”came the reply.

I bolted out of my lazy slump and turned towards him. I found his eyes in the rear-view mirror. His eyes were squinted, with creases at the ends that told me he was smiling. I kept looking at him. He sensed my interest and started his story.

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