He took us everywhere we needed to go. More importantly, he made sure we made it back from each destination. He knew much more than how to handle a microbus, how to make the ride on India's notoriously rough highways tolerable. He was a secret fountain of culture, poetics, and insight. He would reveal glimpses of this in casual passing moments, say at rest stops, during meals. I am sure we did not really tap what he has to offer the world.