‘If only Papa could have been with me,’ she told herself again.
She knew they would have been laughing at the crowds on the station and enjoying every moment of being back in the India they had loved in the past.
But even without her father it was an adventure and in case it did not last long, Chandra told herself that she was going to enjoy every moment of it.
The train started off with the wheels jerking and clattering and the woodwork creaking.
The noise from the platform with its hundreds of voices seemed to swell into a great crescendo of sound. Hands were waving, although whether to friends or to the train, Chandra was not sure.
Then the train was accelerating its speed and carrying her away towards the land where the Himalayas stood with their snow peaks vivid against the blue
