Yumi, You should be glad that Daniel had given his time and patience in correcting your essay.  Some essays get more corrections and some don't.  One reason for yours getting such great attention is because what you wrote is very interesting and not boring like most.  Maybe it is because of regional differences, culture or experience or even stylist preferences, there are some expressions that I would use would be different from his.  Compare and learn.

1.  "... to Agra, where the Taj Mahal is, I stayed..."

2.   " before long, he couldn't put rice in his mouth..."

3.  "Finally he was half asleep.  What's wrong with him? Finally I figured it out.  He was drunk!"

4.   "It was quite impossible to continue the meal..."

5.  "He was no exception."  I guessed Daniel missed this one.  It is difficult to correct when we have so much in our minds during correction with our minds manipulating those editing markers and colors.  I miss such minor mistakes all the time.  What you see physically may not be what you see in your mind!  Just a disclaimer so as not be misunderstood, I don't mind at all when people correct my mistakes in my corrections.  It only serves to remind me that I need to be more careful and proof read one more time!

6.  I feel your conclusion is rather weak but on the right track even though it did not convey fully your emotion.  For more dramatic effect, I would conclude something like this,

"That one summer night but one long long summer night..."

One Summer Night

One night, I was in India. I was tripping with a driver whom I was hired. It was boiling there, but that night I was freezing.
On the way to Agra (where is famous for Taj Mahal) I stayed in the one town. We arrived there early at night. The driver gave me a ride for dinner. It was not long after I checked in. On the way to the dinner, I felt something wrong with him, but I couldn’t find what it is.
I decided to have quick dinner at a stand, because I was so tired after long drive. The driver usually had meals by himself. He didn’t have a seat with me, because of their culture. Though I had understood it, I asked him to come to eat together. I had have impressed that Indian were skillful with their 3 fingers for eat. He was not exception, although he was different at that night. First, he spilled rice from his mouth, and then he couldn’t carry rice to his mouth before long. Finally, he began to be half asleep. Now I found it! What was wrong with him? He was drunk.
It was just about impossible to continue a meal, besides he asked me what I was mad about. When I left my seat, he still tried to give me a ride to the hotel. He let me got on the car. I asked him not to drive anymore, and tried to ask him the way to the hotel. He already had been dead drunk. I finally realized the gravity of the situation. He couldn’t give me right answer, although I had had no information about the hotel even their name. Suddenly he started an engine. I got off the car in a hurry. He drove the car unsteadily, and he crashed. I was frozen up.
One summer night, it was a long long night.

One night, I was in India, I was tripping travelling with a driver whom I was hired. It was normally boiling hot there, but that night I was freezing. 

On the way to Agra (where which is famous for the Taj Mahal) I stayed in the one town. We arrived there early at night. The driver gave me a ride for dinner. It was not long after I checked in. On the way to the dinner, I felt something wrong with him, but I couldn’t find what it is.

Not long after I checked in, the driver gave me a ride to get dinner. On the way there, I thought there was something wrong with him, but I couldn't work out what it was.

I decided to have a quick dinner at a stand, because I was so tired after the long drive. The driver usually had meals by himself. He didn’t sit with me have a seat with me, because of their culture. Though I had understood it, I asked him to come and eat with me to eat together. I had been impressed that Indian were skillful with their 3 fingers for eat with the Indian's skill at eating with three fingers. He was not exception, although he was different on that night. First, he spilled rice from his mouth, and then, before long, he couldn’t carry rice to his mouth before long. Finally, he began to be fell half asleep. Now I knew found it! What was wrong with him? He was drunk.

It was just about impossible to continue the meal, besides he asked me what I was mad about. When I left my seat, he still tried to give me a ride back to the hotel. He let me get in the car. I asked him not to drive anymore, and tried to ask him the way to the hotel. He was already had been dead completely drunk. I finally realized the gravity of the situation. He couldn’t give me the right answer. Suddenly he started the engine. Although I had had no information about the hotel - not even their name - I got off the car in a hurry. Then he drove the car unsteadily, and he crashed. I was frozen up.

One summer night, it was a long long night.

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