The car pulled out of the airport terminal into the dense Mumbai traffic. I was now driving at snail’s pace with inches separating our vehicle from four vehicles on four sides. What could be more chafing for a driver? On top, my only passenger started to cough. With an air of annoyance I suggested, “Your health seems bad. You should take some rest now.”He replied, “Yes,” as I, through the rear-view mirror, saw him slightly nod in approval. Finally we reached the destination and my passenger patted my back and smiled graciously. His affection somehow pulled out my heart, but I didn’t know who he was. Being a newly appointed driver at Radha Gopinath temple, I hadn’t identified its spiritual head — Radhanath Swami.