zingbus 2025-09-16T02:05:01Z
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Rain lashed against the taxi window like pebbles, each drop echoing the frantic pounding in my chest. Somewhere beyond the flooded Chennai streets, my father lay in ICU after a sudden cardiac scare, and every minute trapped in gridlock felt like sand slipping through an hourglass. My usual ride-share apps showed "no drivers available" – crimson symbols of abandonment blinking mockingly. Desperation tasted metallic, sharp. That's when my trembling fingers remembered a colleague's offhand remark m