Kolkata My City 9 (A Winding Road)

A ribboning flyover coils through a dense, green-tinged metropolis, its serpentine perspective pulling the eye forward as if urban life were an unavoidable current. Against this muted, atmospheric city, the small convoy of cars—glowing in warm ochres and ember-red—becomes a quiet metaphor for individual willpower moving through a system that dwarfs it, each vehicle a solitary pulse of human presence. The light feels filtered and suspended, lending the scene a dreamlike unease where progress and confinement share the same roadway, and the city’s monumental geometry reads less as architecture than as a psychological landscape. In this tension between motion and enclosure, the painting suggests modernity as both passage and trap, a journey scripted by infrastructure yet animated by fragile autonomy.