It's amazing how life not only spills on to the streets of Kolkata, but happens almost entirely on the footpaths. Every act of existence happens 24 hours a day for thousands of mostly men who appear to live with no roof over their heads.
The city has water fountains and tubewells flowing with water 24 hours a day for them and most of the life revolves around it. The taxis and the hand rickshaws are their beds.
I'm from Mumbai and I'm no stranger to such sights but here in Kolkata it takes on a whole new rhythm that is worth observing.
I was waiting for a bus to go to Ernakulam and this travelling perfume seller at the bus stand was catering to his customers, the others in the bus stop. It was interesting to see how people select the different perfumes he had and how he was making his sale.
Little did I know at that time there was a beautiful movie by the name of "Adaminte Magan Abu" in Malayalam that tells the story of travelling attar seller.