The Storeyed House by Waman Hoval
The Storeyed House -Waman Hoval There was something really wrong with the State Transport bus. It had come up the winding road in the mountain as if with a life-time’s effort. The road was now down-hill and yet the bus moved as slowly as a sick man walking with the help of another. It reached the plain where the dispensary building was situated, and stood still, like an obstinate bull. Now, the destination was hardly a mile or two away. But the driver was sore and the conductor had no option but to be silent. When they realized that the bus wouldn’t move any faster, a couple of passengers exclaimed: “Goddamit for a bloody nuisance”! The conductor asked the passengers to get down and they all put their strength together to push the bus. Having gained this initial momentum, the bus started. Passengers clambered up, jostling one another. The conductor rang the bell and the bus gradually took on speed. It entered the village reluctantly, like a truant child being dragged the sc...