Everywhere you go in India there are red and yellow flowers. Offerings to the gods. It is little wonder then that flowers are big business in India. In terms of volume, the market in Kolkata is the biggest in Asia. It vibrates with energy and the colour of its commodities.
Men stand in circles gesticulating as they barter prices and the women sit and weave the wreaths of red and yellow. At long benches men cut flowers, the stems falling to the ground and forming a dense, spongy carpet that I imagine smells like chlorophyll.