Majama, haa — yesterday I was fixing the rattle on my bike near Chimanabhai’s chai tapri, and the _sarpanch_ comes by in his new Scorpio to tell us the bus route committee has decided to cancel the morning run to the town hospital. My regular, old Mrs. Patel, she needs that bus once a week for her BP checkup. The committee said “competition from private vans” but the van charges double and doesn’t stop at her lane. I don’t think a committee of men who don’t ride that bus should decide what a widow needs. The press wrote about it last month, but no one followed up — so now I give her a lift on my bike, rain or shine, till someone makes noise loud enough. The good fix will come when people shout, not when they sit in a room.