Taxi Bill |top| | 2025-2026 |

I tip in cash. Extra. Because the driver let me sit in the front when he saw my eyes were wet. Because he didn't ask if I was okay. Because he simply lowered the meter and said, "Where to?" —the most honest question anyone had asked me all year.

It remembers the rain we drove through—the way the city blurred into watercolor lights. It remembers the silence between two strangers who shared a back seat for half an hour, the driver's sitar music bleeding softly from the front, and how you finally said, "I think I’m losing the ability to cry." taxi bill

The machine exhales a ribbon of paper—thin, thermal, unfeeling. $24.50. 11.3 miles. 28 minutes. The taxi bill lands in my palm like a verdict. I tip in cash