Photographer's Note

Kolkata is a city of a strange charm. It catches the traveler by surprise, at the most unexpected places. A massage corner under stoned arches, a few steps away from the Hoogly river, where men get their skin rubbed, kneaded, scraped, oiled, under the expert hands of other men, in a timeless athmosphere. A secondary railway station in the middle of the town, where the locals casually pass the tracks, a towel on the shoulder, a toothbrush in the hand, as you wonder where is the giant bathroom. A busy flower market where you can hardly walk, on an undefinable slippery soil, bumping into the phoolwallahs, sweating under their perfumed loads. A dissuasive warrior, training its martial art, half-naked in the company of crows, with the huge Howrah bridge stoical in the morning fog, for background...

Unlike other megapoles, it still has a feet in the past with its antique yellow Ambassadors taxis, its even more antique rickshaws, on high wheels like their japanese ancestors, introduced in the city in 1900, its decrepit buildings from the british Empire that have lost their splendor but not totally their style. That's maybe the reason why Kolkata casts a secret spell.

But there is another reason : Kolkata is the city of Sayeed Rahman. :)


This picture has been taken near the jetty, where ferries connect the twin cities of Kolkata (on the east bank of the Hoogly river) and Howrah (on the West bank). Don't ask me on which bank I was, I never paid attention to this, lost all the time ... :)

For Sayeed. And for
Tushar, without who this journey would not have been the same, and to some extent, even not possible.

You are the apple of my eye, guys!

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