Bansal Spinning Mills Ltd

If you head down G.T Road toward the West Gate Point, you’ll find us right near the Kansal Service Station. The mill is a big place, and the sound of the spinning machines is something you never really get out of your head. It’s a constant rhythmic thud and hum that starts early in the morning and doesn't stop until late. Inside, the air is filled with tiny bits of lint and the smell of raw cotton. We spend our shifts walking between the long rows of machinery, making sure the threads aren't snapping and the bobbins are full. It gets pretty warm in there, especially when the sun hits the metal roof in the middle of the day. The loading dock is always busy with trucks backing in and out, bringing in raw material or taking away the finished yarn. We have a small break room where we eat our lunch, usually sitting on plastic chairs and talking about the local cricket scores. The office part of the building is just a few small rooms with old filing cabinets and stacks of ledgers. We don't use much fancy technology for the records, just the same methods we have used for years. It’s a loud, dusty environment, but there is a certain rhythm to the work that makes the time go by. Everyone knows their job and we just get on with it without much fuss or bother. It is just the way things have been done here for a long time.