Sharma Vashrt Bhandar

The shop is over at C Scheme, number 152, right where the road curves a bit. I spend most of my day sitting behind the wooden counter. It’s been Sharma Vashrt Bhandar since the beginning. My grandfather picked the name. The shelves are packed with all sorts of cloth and fabric. Sometimes the dust gets a bit much, especially in the summer months when the wind blows through the open door, but we try to keep things tidy. Customers come in looking for something specific, maybe for a wedding or just for daily wear. I don’t use any computer to track things, it’s all in my head and some old notebooks I keep in the drawer. If you ask for a certain shade of blue, I usually know exactly which pile it is buried under. The light in the shop isn't great, so we often take the cloth outside to the pavement so people can see the real color in the sun. It’s a quiet way to make a living. We don't have fancy displays. We just have the stock and a few chairs for people to sit while they look at what we have. Most of the people who come here live nearby, and we end up talking more about the neighborhood news than the clothes themselves. It’s just how things go here at 152. I keep the doors open from morning until the sun goes down.