A. B. Textiles

People ask what we do here at No. 117 Kanwar Nagar. It is mostly just us sitting among piles of fabric. A. B. Textiles is not a big place with fancy carpets or glass doors. You walk in through the small entrance in Choti Chopar and see rolls of cloth stacked up to the ceiling. Sometimes the dust from the threads makes us sneeze. We spend the whole morning checking orders and making sure everything is where it should be. The street outside is always noisy with rickshaws and people shouting. We drink tea twice a day from the stall around the corner. The walls are a bit faded now, but it feels like home because we are here more than we are at our own houses. We don't have a big sign, just the name A. B. Textiles. It is a lot of hard work and my back usually hurts by five o'clock. We move the heavy bundles ourselves when the helper is out. There is no air conditioning, just a fan that rattles when it is on the high setting. We keep a ledger on the old wooden desk that has been here since we started. It isn't a complicated life. We just handle the textiles and talk to the people who stop by the shop. Most days are the same as the one before. It is just a regular business in a busy part of the city.