Posted on September 18, 2006 by nicknoorani
“Where to?” asked the smartly dressed cab driver. It was 5.00 am and I was heading back to Vancouver from Toronto after a series of meetings the day before. Groggy with sleep, I mumbled ‘Airport please’ and we sped off. ‘Where are you going? Do you live in Vancouver?’ Like cabbies the world over this one too wanted to chat. And so it was that I started half listening to Haroon Usman from Pakistan. And soon I discovered that he had been in Canada for eight years. Same as myself I mused sleepily. Before migrating to Canada he had a business in Lahore and then he said to me, ‘I drive the taxi for three hours a day only, the rest of the time I am studying’ I looked at him, he looked to be in his late thirties or early forties. My sleep vanished.
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