Month: August 2014
PMSing on a Tain in India
‘Chai Chai Chai ChaiiiIIII’, ‘Chai Chai Chai ChaiiiIIII’, ‘Chai Chai Chai ChaiiiIIII’ I am awaken by a voice so loud and clear that I bolt upright in my seat with my eyes still shut asleep. The voice moves down the aisle bouncing off the narrow train compartment only to be followed by another and another and then another loud advertisement of something […]