Mukesh Thakur

Janakpuri is a big place, but if you head toward Prem Nagar, you’ll find Shop No 71 92. That’s where I, Mukesh Thakur, run my daily operations. It’s a small shop, tucked away between a grocery store and a repair place. The sign is a bit faded from the sun, but people in the neighborhood know where it is. I’ve been in this spot for quite some time. The floor is a bit uneven and the fan makes a clicking noise when it’s on high, but it keeps us cool enough. Prem Nagar is a tight-knit community, so I end up chatting with neighbors as much as I do work. My shop isn’t some high-end boutique. It’s a functional space where I keep my tools and supplies. I don't have a team of people; it’s mostly just me, Mukesh Thakur, handling whatever comes through the door. Sometimes the street gets blocked by a delivery truck, and we all just wait it out. It’s just the way life goes in Janakpuri. I don't use any fancy systems to keep track of things, just a ledger and my memory. It’s a simple, honest way to spend the day. If you drop by Shop No 71 92, you’ll see exactly what I mean. There are no secrets or polished fronts here. I usually lock up around seven, unless someone is late and needs me to stay open a little longer.