Baba Handlooms

We are tucked away at 6 61 in Raghunathpuram. It's not the easiest place to find if you aren't from around here, but the locals know the way. The handlooms make a specific rhythm all day long, a sort of clacking that you get used to after a week or so. Most of the guys here have been working these threads for years. It’s dusty work, and your hands get rough, but that is just how the job is. The building itself has seen better days, and the paint is peeling a bit near the window where the sun hits hardest in the afternoon. We don't have a big fancy lobby or a receptionist at the front. Usually, someone just shouts from the back if a visitor walks in. Sometimes the power goes out in Raghunathpuram, and then everything goes quiet for a while until the generator kicks in or we just decide to take a break and sit outside. There is a small tea stall just down the road that brings us glasses of hot chai twice a day. We deal with all sorts of fabrics and weavers. It’s a lot of manual labor, lifting heavy rolls and checking every inch of the cloth for knots. It isn't glamorous at all. We just show up, do the work, and head home when the sun goes down. Most of the time, the floor is covered in small bits of yarn and lint. It’s just Baba Handlooms, a regular spot doing regular work.