Lachhman Singh & Sons

We've been down here in Miller Ganj for a long time now. My grandfather started Lachhman Singh & Sons, and we've sat in this same spot, surrounded by the same kind of metal parts and tools. It’s a bit of a crowded area, usually filled with the sound of trucks unloading and people shouting across the street to their neighbors. Our shop isn't anything fancy to look at, just a regular place where we keep things organized in our own way. If you walk inside, you'll probably see stacks of boxes and some grease on the counter because that's just how the work goes here. We spend most of our mornings sorting through inventory or talking to the regulars who have been coming to us for decades. Sometimes the tea guy comes around twice before we even get a chance to sit down. The air in Miller Ganj always smells like iron and old diesel. We don't spend much time worrying about how the walls look or if the sign outside is perfectly straight. It’s more about making sure we find the right bit or piece that someone is looking for. Most days are just a cycle of opening up, handling what comes through the door, and closing up when the sun goes down. It's hard work, but it’s what we know. My sons are learning the ropes now, just like I did when I was younger. It’s a busy life.