Brindavan Co.

Sidlaghatta is a place where everybody kind of knows everyone else's business, which is just fine for us at Brindavan Co. We've been operating out of this same building for more years than I care to count. Every morning starts about the same way. I get here early, usually before the sun is fully up, and struggle with the metal shutters. They stick a bit on the left side, so you have to give them a good kick to get them moving. Once the place is open, the dust starts to dance in the light coming through the small windows. We don't have fancy air conditioning, just a couple of old ceiling fans that click on every rotation. It’s not much, but it’s our space. The neighbors are good people; the guy who runs the tea stall next door always brings over a few cups around ten. We sit on the wooden crates outside and talk about how the local roads are getting worse or how the rain is late this year. We don't have a big mission or any of that corporate talk you see in the cities. We just show up and do the work that needs doing. Sometimes the phone rings and it's just a wrong number, but we answer it anyway. It's a simple life. We don't bother with websites because word of mouth is plenty for a place like this. We just keep our heads down and try to stay busy.