When I get down at ISB, I want to tip the driver but he refuses. ‘Against the rules, saar.’ ‘I insist… for your kids,’ I try to persuade him, lure him. He takes out a small piggy bank of CRY, an NGO working for homeless children, and asks me to put the tip in it. I put the money in his piggy bank and leave thinking that this world has been running because of some very good people.
