His muslim cap clung to his head. His long black hair flowing out of the cap. He had a long, gaunt face, accented by a bushy beard that competed with Hagrid's. His head sat atop a thin, rather frail body. Garbed in the white robes of a taxi driver, he sat comfortably in the seat of his Maruti 800. He said he'd been driving her for six years now.
I was stranded at King's Circle for about a quarter of an hour. Exactly twenty two cabs had gone past. He stopped.
Saviour.
Brilliance xD
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