From the moment they stepped off the train, Lai and Aaron could feel the difference. Mumbai was choked with people, sweat, and dirty air while Aurungabad was idyllic, quiet, and sleepy. Even the train tracks smelled less of piss, not that it wasn't noticeable anymore - just not quite as prevalent. They could see the blue in the sky between the darkening monsoon clouds and the air was misty while a gentle breeze blew over them, which they haven't felt in a while with Mumbai's tall buildings blocking all the wind. A taxi driver approaches them. They were ready for him, [View Full Entry]

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Aaron and Lai has never thought much about the sounds. Even when they landed in Mumbai's Airport, the many sounds they heard - the honkings of horn, the barking of starving dogs, the ambient sounds of electric fans, the loud in-your-face barking of hawkers, street vendors, and even the guy at the airport who told them they lost their luggage were just the exact same things they have heard all their lives. But one sound will be changed forever in their minds for good reason - the rolling Chug-a-lug sound of a train. On the 2nd day after landing, Lai had [View Full Entry]

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