It was 11 at night. I got down from the bus and crossed the road. The area is Pallabi, Mirpur. Rickshaws were not available during that hour to go inward direction. So, the best way was to ride a tempo. I see one waiting to be packed up. ‘Come, come, only two more seats left’, the little boy conductor was shouting to draw the attention of the passers-by. I got into it and squeezed myself through the narrow space (six inch) between the rows to take my seat. Here, who comes earlier sits just beside the door and who comes afterwards next to him and onwards. Although it is a big trouble for the next passenger to get inside, no one will give up his space for the other one. Only the female passengers, however, enjoy that privilege. Anyway, I sat at the last end and my side was packed but the opposite side needed one more passenger to start the journey. Soon one came but he refused to sit at the last end. In his row, there was a female passenger at the front. He requested the male passenger next to the female passenger to move back as he would get down before the last stoppage. ‘It doesn’t matter, go inside’ replied the seated man. In the meantime the tempo started but that man was still standing on the footboard insisting the immediate two seated passengers move inside. Two or three passengers from my row supported the standing man. Even the female passenger requested the man beside her to move. An argument ensued and all the passengers, divided into two groups, got involved. All on a sudden, the woman passenger stood up and asked the man standing on the footboard to sit at her place. Everyone was pleasantly surprised by her gesture.