Kolkata From The Tramlines 3: Playing games with the faces
Laughing on the tram/Playing games with the faces/ I think the man in the gamchha and dhoti’s a spy/ ~ apologies, S&G!
… Trying to imagine where they’ve come from and where they’re going. What they are thinking. And then catching their eye. Sometimes i see suspicion, sometimes mild amusement, sometimes curiosity and most times an affable shyness. But a smile from me usually loosens tongues and i’m asked about myself… i’m alone? where from? wow, so far! why the photos? and then excitement… will they be in the magazines?
those interactions and glimpses through windows into imagined worlds ~ it’s what makes it so much fun.
The early morning mist on the maidan, the newspaper, the early birds on the tram
The Calcutta yellow-cabs in ... Arvind Swamy's sunglasses?
The red-white bangles - called sankha-pola and worn by married women, and the amulet are typical in East India.
Some people are thrilled to be in the photograph. this guy preened a bit before getting on the phone.
Friendships of all sorts were on display everywhere ~ this couple was quite self-absorbed.
And this girl was obviously listening to something *very interesting* for she was all ears.
Henna, gold, stones, and plastic.
When college is out, ice cream is on.
Route #4 through Rabindra Sarani proved most exciting for me
The look - suspicion?
soon after touching forehead and chest in reverence at passing a temple, this lady opted to snooze. she magically woke when her stop neared!
Traders of all sorts making their way to Rabindra Sarani. Life on that street was mindblowing. I have a series coming up on that.
Clearly not a Bengali, this lady reminded me so much of my Naani
Fresh faced college girls on the evening tram #5
Trying in vain to lift a stubborn tram window
five year old Shambhavi lost in thought on Tram #5