Time: Cold December night, 9:45 pm.
As the Pathao rider checked his mobile for the ride charge, I saw a picture of him, his wife and his daughter on his mobile wallpaper.
Maya lagyo, and not in terms of pity or something like that, I felt (selfishly) grateful for the comparatively easy life I have.
The only thing I could say on this cold December night, with my shivering voice was “Thank you so much Dai!”.