Kolkata My City 2 (A Glimpse of the Past**)

Two yellow trams cut through a soot-softened city, their saturated bodies functioning like small torches against a graphite sky that seems to press down with memory and exhaust. The perspective pulls the eye into a muted corridor of rails and wire, where the machines feel less like vehicles than steadfast witnesses—bright, utilitarian forms insisting on motion within a landscape of uncertainty. Smudged textures and restrained tonal range create a sense of suspended time, as if the urban rhythm has paused at the painted “STOP,” asking what it means to continue when the world is perpetually in transit.