"We must go help them!" Gopinder exclaimed, and took a step forward, but Laks reached out and put a restraining hand on his arm. "We’ll end up just like them." He looked around and picked out his bag and Gopinder’s, lying on the ground where the bus driver had just flung them. The bus’s rear wheels spat rocks as it pulled forward and veered off. "Get your dhal . Move slow and breathe fast, bhai ."