Trilok Singh

My name is on the sign outside, and this is where I spend my days on Udyog Marg. I’ve lived in this part of Indira Gandh for a long time now. My shop isn't something you'd see in a big mall. It's a practical space filled with the items I’ve gathered over the years. I handle a mix of things, mostly whatever people in the local industrial area are looking for. Some days are slow, and I just sit on the stool out front watching the trucks go by. Other days, everyone seems to need something at once. I don't have a website or anything like that. People just know to come find me here if they need help or a specific part. The walls could use a fresh coat of paint, but I never seem to get around to it. There is a small tea stall nearby that brings me a glass twice a day. That's usually the highlight of my afternoon. I keep my own accounts in a thick ledger book. It’s a bit old-fashioned, but I know where everything is. My family sometimes tells me to retire, but I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I wasn't here. This street is where all my friends are. I just keep things running as long as I can, day by day. It’s a simple routine, but it suits me well enough.