Times Transport Corporation Of India

If you find yourself on N.S. Road, you might see the building where we are. We are way up on the 10th floor in Room No. 43. It’s an old part of the city, and the building has that specific smell of old paper and dust. Being a transport corporation means we spend a lot of time on the phone with drivers and warehouse people. The traffic down on N.S. Road is usually a nightmare, so we hear the honking all day long from our window. Inside Room 43, it's just a simple setup. We have a few desks, some old fans that hum, and heaps of ledgers. We handle the movement of goods across different states, which is mostly about coordination and timing. It’s not the kind of thing you can do without a lot of patience. Sometimes the weather makes things hard, or a truck breaks down in the middle of nowhere, and then the phones start ringing constantly. We aren’t a giant company with fancy robots or anything; it’s just us people making sure things get where they need to go. We’ve been in this room for a long time, and we’ve seen the city change around us. It’s a steady kind of work and it keeps us busy. We don’t make a big fuss about it. We just show up, handle the loads, and deal with the paperwork until it’s time to go home at night.