S R Singh

Down on Old Madras Road in Halasuru, the traffic never really stops. S R Singh is right there in the middle of it all at number 6. It’s an old building, and you can hear the buses rumbling past all day long. We have been here for years, just doing our thing. The walls are a bit stained from the smoke outside, but it’s home to us. We handle a lot of different things here, mostly stuff that people in the neighborhood need. It’s a bit cluttered inside because we don't have much storage space. We just stack things where they fit. You might have to wait a minute if we are busy in the back. Halasuru has changed a lot since we first opened up. There are more cars now and more noise. But the people are still basically the same. They come in for a chat as much as they do for business. We keep the old wooden desk right by the entrance. It’s been there since my father’s time. Sometimes the phone rings and nobody answers because we are all busy with a customer or moving stuff around. We don't mind. It’s just a regular local spot. We don't try to look like those new shops in the mall. We just stay open until the sun goes down and then we head home like everyone else on this road. We have seen the city grow around us, but we just keep doing what we have always done.