It’s a busy, congested constricting street in Kolkata where the daily scene is one of chaos. Blaring horns, long processions, shouting of slogans in shrill aggressive voices.

The sound of one&’s own voice is shrouded. But beside the five point crossing there is a lane where on entering you are greeted with the sensuous melody of a flute being played mostly in the folk style.

The music he creates has the power to draw one away from the surrounding cacophony. Why is he sitting there? What does he want? Is he a beggar? People offer him money but he refuses. Some believe he sells flutes but I’ve never seen him carrying more than one flute. He sits beside the lamp post and plays his tune.