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The most fascinating thing of all was the bus that travelled between her village and the nearest town. It passed through her street each hour, once going to the town and once coming back. The sight of the bus, filled each time with a new set of passengers, was a source of unending joy for Valli. Day after day she watched the bus, and gradually a tiny wish crept into her head and grew there: she wanted to ride on that bus, even if just once. This wish became stronger and stronger, until it was an overwhelming desire. Valli would stare wistfully at the people who got wistfully on or off the bus when it stopped at the street longingly corner. Their faces would kindle in her longings, kindle set alight (a fire), dreams, and hopes. If one of her friends happened here, feelings to ride the bus and tried to describe the sights of h the town to her, Valli would be too jealous to listen i and would shout, in English: “Proud! proud!” F s Neither she nor her friends really understood the i meaning of the word, but they used it often as a F slang expression of disapproval. a slang expression Over many days and months Valli listened informal words, 96 often used within a carefully to conversations between her neighbours close group and people who regularly used the bus, and she also asked a few discreet questions here and there. This discreet questions careful questions way she picked up various small details about the bus journey. The town was six miles from her village. The fare was thirty paise one way — “which is almost nothing at all,” she heard one well-dressed man say, but to Valli, who scarcely saw that much money from one month to the next, it seemed a fortune. The trip to the town took forty-five minutes. On reaching town, if she stayed in her seat and paid another thirty paise, she could return home on the same bus. This meant that she could take the one-o’clock afternoon bus, reach the town at one forty-five, and be back home by about two forty-five... On and on went her thoughts as she calculated and recalculated, planned and replanned. Reprint 2026-27