Nobody asks an auto driver how he's doing. So let me say it here — some weeks the tiredness is not in the legs, it's somewhere inside. But my kids' school photos on the dashboard keep the wheel turning.

My auto has a small radio and during India matches it becomes a moving commentary box. Passengers forget the fare argument and ask 'anna, score enna?'. Cricket makes strangers into friends for 20 minutes.

This star rating system is cruel, saar. One passenger angry about traffic I can't control, and my whole day's rating drops. We are humans behind the wheel, not just a number on your screen.

Drop the last airport ride at 1am, empty road, city finally quiet. That one hour driving home alone is the only time nobody wants anything from me. I've started to like it.

The app shows I 'earned' good money today. After petrol, EMI and the commission they cut, what reaches home is less than the number on the screen. Passengers think we're rich because the app is shiny.