Then I passed across some dry flat land broken up by a patchwork of irrigated farmland and the occasional small village, before I hit a bridge over a substantial river and I could see the town’s outskirts ahead. When I saw that the track crossed a gorge just on the edge of the built-up area, I was flooded with adrenalin – I remembered in a flash that the train I took with my brothers travelled on a small bridge over a gorge like that, before pulling in to the station, I pushed on more urgently, east then north-east, zooming in moments over seventy kilometres of green farms, some forested hills and small rivers. That meant, not far away, just up the line, I should find my home town, Ginestlay.Īlmost afraid to do so, I dragged the cursor to pull the image north along the train line. I zoomed back in and re-examined the ring road, the water tower, the overpass, and they were all positioned where I remembered them. I didn’t recognise the town, but then I’d never been in it – I’d never left the platform. I clicked on the blue train station symbol to reveal its name – it was called Burhanpur. Might it be? I zoomed out, discovering that the train line skimmed the north-west of a really large town.
The ring road I used to be able to see from the platform. I scrolled over to the town side and saw something incredible – a horseshoe-shaped road around a square immediately outside the station. Sure enough, it was a municipal water tank just across from the platform, and not far from a large pedestrian overpass spanning the railway line.
was that a water tower just nearby? Holding my breath, I zoomed in for a closer look. That explained the overpass, and was that. I quickly came across another station, a bit bigger, again with a platform on only one side of the tracks but some areas of the township on either side. Out of habit, I started tracing the route as it wound south-west. I was attuned to looking for them, I was somehow relieved to find it, and I checked out the tiny wayside station, just a few buildings to the side of a reasonably major train line with several tracks. And further west, still no tracks! Then, as the countryside flattened out into farmlands, I finally came across a little blue symbol denoting a train station. There were villages and towns dotted around here and there, and I wondered how the people travelled without rail – perhaps they didn’t get around much. But once I’d noticed that, I found myself almost subconsciously looking for one. There didn’t seem to be any train lines in this part of the country, which might have been why it was relaxing to look at.
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