Rabwah – Standing witness by Tahir Mahdi
The road from Nankana to Shahkot is straight and my journey on it was uneventful. In fact, I started the journey later than planned and was in hurry to get to the next stop in time, that is before sunset.
The road from Shahkot to Khurrianwala was even straighter. The locals called it ‘the motorway’ as it is a proper, well-constructed, four-lanes passage complete with a narrow green belt running in between. It was a smooth ride.
There are sprawling industrial complexes along this road with some, it seems, stretched to a few kilometres. But you don’t see any hustle bustle that is normally associated with industrial activity. The villages along the road also look quite calm. If you are a regular traveller on this road, I am sure you could smell where you are; each stretch has its own distinct pungent smell associated with the industry located there.
Khurrianwala itself was a bigger surprise as it looked like a major crossing of a big city. The name is a tongue-twister with an ‘r’, followed by what is called the Indian retro flex ‘r’. Six major roads meet here and the place is close to Faisalabad, the textile capital of the country.