Sai Siddhi Travel

Down here on Bunder Road, things have a certain rhythm. We are at number 16. It’s an old area and you can smell the salt in the air sometimes if the wind is right. We handle travel bookings for people who need to get around. It might be a bus to the next town or something further away. The office isn't much to look at, just a place to sit and get the job done. We spend a lot of our time looking at screens and making calls to confirm seats. It gets busy in the mornings when everyone is trying to figure out their plans. We don’t do anything fancy. People come in, tell us where they need to go, and we see what’s available. Sometimes the lines are busy and we have to try again later. It’s just how it goes. We’ve been in this spot long enough that the neighbors stop by just to say hello. There’s a lot of paper around, notes stuck to the desks, and calendars with dates circled in red. It’s a small operation. We don’t have a lot of staff, just a few of us making sure the tickets get printed and the names are spelled correctly. It’s honest work and it keeps us busy from morning until the sun goes down over the road. We usually lock up around seven and head home. We’ve seen a lot of people come and go from this street over the years.