Store Keeper

I’ve been around Jahngirpuri at B-462 for a good while now. Running Store Keeper isn't always glamorous, but it keeps me moving. Most mornings start with unlocking the front and seeing who’s already waiting outside. The traffic on the road gets loud early, and sometimes the dust just settles on everything before I can even get the broom out. I spend a lot of time checking what’s left on the shelves and writing it down in a notebook that’s seen better days. People come in asking for things we had yesterday but ran out of today. It’s just how it goes here. The neighborhood has changed a lot, but this spot stays mostly the same. I try to keep things organized, though sometimes the boxes pile up in the corner when a big delivery comes through. It’s a lot of physical work, lifting crates and moving stuff around so I can find what someone needs. New Delhi heat doesn't help much in the summer months. We just open the windows and hope for a breeze. My hands are usually a bit dirty by noon from handling all the stock. It’s not a big fancy operation, just me and the inventory. Sometimes the lights flicker when it rains hard, but we manage. I know most people who walk through the door by their first name now. It’s just a regular life keeping this place running day after day without much fuss and without much help from anyone else.