Gupta Provisional Stores

Raoji Market is a busy spot. Especially on Railway Road. Our shop, Gupta Provisional Stores, has been here through many seasons and many changes. We sell the usual things. Rice, pulses, soap, and tea. The shelves are always packed to the ceiling. If you move one thing quickly, something else might fall over. It’s a bit cramped in here. But we have everything a house needs. Dadri is changing fast. New buildings are going up everywhere you look. But our shop stays pretty much the same. The floor is a bit uneven near the entrance. I keep meaning to fix it when I get a Sunday off. People come in with their handwritten lists. Some of them have been coming to us for twenty years. They don’t even look at the prices anymore. They just trust us to give them the good stuff. We write everything down in the big ledger. It’s old fashioned but it works for us. Computers are too much trouble to learn. My son wants to get one, but I’m happy with my pen and paper. The trains whistle in the distance all day long. You stop hearing it after a while. We keep the shop open late for the office workers coming home on the train. It’s a long day. Standing on your feet is tough when you get older. But when you see a regular face, you forget the pain for a bit.