As I opened my wallet to pay for the thirty-minute pleasant drive in Doha (Qatar), the Pakistani taxi driver refused to take the fare from me since, in his words, I was his respected guest! It took a while to understand that the honour was bestowed upon me as I had lovingly referred to Mohammed Rafi as God’s Own Voice. Holding my hand, he said, “I can’t accept money from a brother, who like me, has found salvation in Rafi Sahab’s singing”. Affirming the sub-continent could be better if people learnt from humanism expounded in Rafi Sahab’s songs, the driver left after a hug and a prayer for greater kinship between Indians and Pakistanis!