singing along

So many songs on the streets of the lazy city of Kolkata.

Songs people have forgotten and all that remains are slowly humming buzzes and the cacophony of chaotic chores coming to life. Thses are early morning snapshots of the locality of New Alipore. In my previous post, a lady in a sari, who I promised I'll send her picture to.

The little toyhouse like dwelling which is safely tucked away in a galli and refuses to display its fiasco of colours unless run into. The green windows, a loud echo from yesteryears, looks onto Kolkata. And these green windows are faithful spies on every facade of Kolkata. One can never excape them when they are in this town.

Early morning tea stalls are also shared by many. A place for untimely 'adda' and quick bites and morning newspaper reading. The streets are waiting. Nobody seems to see the hustling that goes on here. Its unlike any city anywhere in the world. In fact, an eco system in its own right, the mosaic of activities, colours and expressions on the streets of Kolkata seem to have eluded everyone. I only want to venture out and paint a picture of it. If these pictures can speak out, I must be doing something right.