I remained unmoved, refusing to feel even the slightest feeling of elation. He is often overly kind with his generous words. I protested that I hardly had time to make that distance. Come on, step on it, and make it snappy. You can make it in time.
Nothing is impossible.
Happily, I did make it on time. U.G. took the seat next to the driver, and Adri and I ensconced ourselves in the rear seat. We sped along the broad roads of Basavannagudi. There was some mix-up about the address of our destination. U.G. took out a slip of paper with the address written on it.