Last Friday, we were on our way to our school for our S.U.P.W. work. I was deemed “official photographer”, as always.
Nevertheless, you can’t expect me to keep my camera capped, safely tucked away inside an embroidered piece of black cloth when I’m passing through one of the most glamorous areas of central Kolkata. Yes, no matter what anyone says, central Kolkata is sexy.
So yes, I did some “unofficial” personal photography too. Looking out of the window, camera in hand, I noticed what had been the classic icon of British imperialism in Calcutta for decades: the Royal Enfield. Being ridden by an Indian, of course.
Its chrome was shining into my eyes, like a girl subtly flirting for attention. This babe got what it desired!