The rickshaw puller strained on his legs but he was too old to carry both of us. I got off and paid the rickshaw puller my full share.
My friend argued, "Come on, you will be late."
But I continued walking ahead, almost running. After dropping my friend near the examination centre, the rickshaw puller picked me up again.
I was thirty minutes late, but the old man's relief and my friend's smile were more worthy than anything else.