Kolkata My City 3 (Cityscape in the Mist)

Set against a rain-stained, smoke-softened street, the two auto-rickshaws glow like small assertions of life—yellow roofs and green bodies punctuating an otherwise muted urban hush. The composition balances their companionable closeness with the vertical insistence of the traffic light, suggesting how city routines choreograph even the most intimate moments of movement and pause. Subtle streaks and scumbled greys above read like accumulated weather and noise, turning the sky into a palimpsest of transit—memory, fatigue, and persistence layered over the everyday. In this restrained theatre of light and space, the signal becomes less an instruction than a metaphor for choice, hesitation, and the quiet dignity of continuing on.