This is a bus that is a bus but is not quite like that other bus. That other bus took Apu and me to catch crabs, down in the shadow, shadow, shadow; down in the stream that flows from the big water lake that V and S drowned in. In the shadow of the hills the Umiam gave us crabs. And we baited them with meat that was not V and S (not yet) and took them on the bus that is not this bus and ate them. They ate the meat and we ate them. And maybe if we had fallen in the water they would have eaten us. And that was a good bus and a happy bus that took us to Barapani.
But it doesn’t compare with this bus, because this bus takes me home.