Howrah Bridge (Untitled)

Beneath the vast lattice of the bridge, the city dissolves into mist, and traffic becomes a slow-moving memory—figures and facades softened until only their urgency remains. Against this silvery haze, the saturated blues and yellows of the cars read like brief assertions of individuality, their reflections pooling on the rain-slick street as if the present were melting into the past. The composition’s deep, receding perspective pulls the eye into an industrial horizon, suggesting a metropolis that both shelters and overwhelms, where personal stories glide momentarily through an impersonal frame of steel and air.