Why am I expected to make way for a car? Why is it that the rush hour is for them? Do I not have to reach my work? Or is my work not important? Who gets to decide which occupation is important and which one isn’t?” asks Prasenjit Dutta, sipping his chai…. ‘I’ and ‘them’. There are clearly two Calcuttas in this story. A middle-aged medicine salesman taking a break at a roadside stall outside Mehta Building, in the beehive-like busyness of Burrabazar’s wholesale markets, gives you just the snapshot you need of one of them. Dutta collects orders and supplies medicines from Mehta Building to local shops within a cycleable range. This is the Calcutta that cycles to work. And cycles at work.