Probably the only city in India, which has retained it’s charm and warmth along with the narrow lanes, and old buildings, is Calcutta. It was once the centre of all activites in India. From culture to business, from fashion to literature, everything had it’s roots connected to Calcutta somehow.
In this day and age, when motor cars flood the streets, I took a ride in the age old cycle rickshaws of the city and visually documented what one can see on the streets of the city which has frozen in time.
A woman passes as the rickshaw cycles throught the narrow lanes and small streets of North Calcutta.
The modern form of transport from the old. An auto whizzes by, as the lady can be seen in the windshield within.
The walls and posters on the walls of Calcutta never ceases to amaze anyone.
Late afternoon views, from the rickshaw, empty streets.
The street is waking up as the afternoon ends, and starts to show some signs of life.
From one to rickshaw to another.
The ever amazing political paintings all over the city.
A lady passes by disappointed on not getting the rickshaw.
All the colour photographs have been simulated to look like they've been shot on Fuji Fortia 50 using Lightroom.