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The prepaid taxi ran out of gas on the road. We were on the right lane just by the divider, traveling from the airport into the city. The driver got out and started pushing the taxi, while steering the driving wheel through the open door, with us and all our luggage in it. It was cold. The air was bad. The app on our phones listed the air quality over Delhi that early Tuesday morning, in late January, this year as 'Hazardous.' As cars zoomed passed us, honking, and thanks to the divider, no motorist needed to make that special effort to avoid hitting the driver, I realized the only way out of this situation was to get to a gas station.. Once again the app on our phones enlightened us with the information that the nearest gas station was 4.1 km away!! I felt terrible for the driver. He apologized for the situation and said it was his first day being allocated this taxi and someone forgot to check the fuel level. Despite the cold, and the fact that he only had a thin sweater to keep him warm in the first place, he was sweating. It felt wrong that we were sitting in the car. A motorcyclist on the far left lane, gestured for the driver to move to that lane... why we wondered and managed to convince our driver it was safer for him to stay where we were, considering he would be walking amongst moving traffic otherwise. At least now, he only had to look out for the occasional biker who tried to squeeze between cars and the divider, with the hope of getting somewhere faster. We noticed the driver getting tired. My husband and I debated if he should jump out to help push the car. At this point, the motorcyclist had made his way to our side of the road and had a quick conversation with the driver. Obviously, he had thought of a plan. The driver got back into the car and shut the door. The motorcyclist got behind the right side of the car and, while riding his bike, stretched out his left leg and 'pushed' the car along. The driver was so thankful, we were relieved and I was totally impressed and overwhelmed by the gesture. Soon another motorcyclist came up behind the car, to the left, and did likewise! He stayed with us for about half an hour till we got to the point where he had to take a turn towards his destination. The first motorcyclist, however, was determined to help us get to the gas station. When it never showed up and the app, once again, came into use, indicating the gas-station was on the other side of the road and we had missed it by about 400m, the 'God send' apologized for having to abandon his mission, but not, without first, helping us to a side street and away from the traffic. Here we awaited the arrival of the driver's friend – who would first take us to our accommodation and later return to the spot to help push the car to the gas station. It was a good thing we were not in a hurry. This was the first day of a three month journey away from home.