I thought, What a miserable life he's had, having to hide his religion, his name, just to get a job
as a driver—and he is a good driver, no question of it, a far better one than I will ever be.Part of
me wanted to get up and apologize to him right there and say, You go and be a driver in Delhi.
You never did anything to hurt me. Forgive me, brother.

I turned to the other side, farted, and went back to sleep.

Author: Aravind Adiga