Golden Globe Pharmacy

We’ve been at No. 5/478 Radha Krishnan Salai for a while now. It's a busy corner in Pozhichalur. People come in mostly for their monthly meds or just to ask about something they saw on the news. I usually open up early because the morning crowd in Pallavaram is quite something. We try to keep the shelves stocked, though sometimes deliveries are late. It’s just how things go. The shop isn't fancy. There’s a counter, some racks, and a small fan that clicks. Golden Globe Pharmacy has become a part of the neighborhood landscape. I see the same faces every Tuesday. Old Mr. Gupta usually stops by for his sugar pills and stays to talk about the weather. We don't have a big team, just a few of us making sure labels are right and change is counted correctly. It gets dusty because of the road work outside, so wiping down the glass is a never-ending job. It's quiet in the afternoons, but things pick up when people finish work. We just handle the prescriptions and keep things moving. No fancy tech, just ledger books and a computer that takes its time. That’s pretty much the story of our little spot here on Radha Krishnan Salai. We just do the work and go home. The door squeaks a bit when it's humid. Sometimes the light in the back flickers, but we haven't gotten around to changing it yet.