The streets of Mumbai casts a dizzying spell even to this third world traveler used to seeing voluminous crowds and long queues of people rushing to and from various errands. It reminded me of our first stop in India; the city of Kolkata where all noises came to us like cannon blasting from all direction; the relentless honking of automobiles and the incessant yell from vendors among dozens of other reverberations all comprise a mix tape of mother of all audible uproars.
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(this article appeared in the 2015 3rd Quarter issue of Resource Magazine in New York)
Growing up I remember flicking through every glossy pages of travel magazines of photographs that depicts beautiful places and interesting portraits of people belonging in different cultures. My mental immersion in those printed images further inspired myself to dig my own wanderlust and eventually, a life of travels.