I know the book City of Jinns was not written about Kolkata but it should have been. Mystical magical things appear down every narrow lane, behind brightly painted doors, near thin blowing curtains, and atop the worn plastic seat of an archaic rickshaw. Kolkata is filled with mystery. I am speechless on the place. It is the city of a 300,000 million stories, told before the backdrop of exotic and complicated beauty.

My friend Emma and I traveled the town yesterday to document the amazing things we live beside each day. We watched, talked, wrote and took photographs.

Here are some of the things we see each day.