Walking along this familiar urban road, I couldn’t help but notice how the aftermath of recent rainfall had transformed the streets into a canvas of reflections. What was once a simple, uneven roadside has now become a mirror capturing the soul of the surroundings.

In the first image, a puddle stretches quietly along the edge of the street, reflecting the buildings, power lines, and the soft silhouettes of trees above. There is a stillness in the water that oddly contrasts the noise of the buses rushing by. The green bus and its reflection almost look like a painting,distorted but serene. Despite the inconvenience these waterlogged roads bring, there is an unintended beauty that emerges in the stillness.

The second photo gives us a clearer view of the urban environment,a tall building under construction stands beside a painted residential one. Electric wires crisscross the sky, and vegetation grows defiantly near the roadside fence. It’s a mix of progress and nature, where the unfinished skeleton of the building stands as a symbol of ambition amidst the grounded chaos of street life.

The third image paints the clearest picture of the problem. Multiple puddles line the side of the road, forming a muddy path where rickshaws, trucks, and motorized three-wheelers try to navigate without splashing pedestrians. The water reflects the tangled wires, trees, and passing vehicles in remarkable clarity,almost more clearly than what one might see by just looking around.

These photographs are more than just images of dirty water and rough roads,they capture a slice of everyday life in a town caught between development and disorder. The reflections in the puddles tell a silent story of resilience, motion, and the coexistence of chaos with calm. It’s in these quiet visuals that we see the real face of the city,not polished or perfect, but honest and constantly in motion.