Wrap N Pack

Up on the second floor here in Pushpanjali Enclave, the space feels a bit tight. We are at B-68, right in the middle of Pitampura. Wrap N Pack is mostly about rolls of brown paper, rolls of bubble wrap, and stacks of cardboard that reach the ceiling. It’s a bit of a climb up the stairs, especially when we have new stock coming in. We spend the morning cutting sheets to size and checking the tape rolls. The sound of the tape dispensers is pretty much the soundtrack of our day. It is a constant ripping noise that echoes off the walls. The fans on the ceiling just move the dust around, but we need them because it gets stuffy with all the paper everywhere. Sometimes the sunlight comes through the window and hits the plastic wrap, making it hard to see for a minute. We have a couple of old desks where we keep the registers and the pens. People in the enclave know us because of the vans that come by to pick up the bundles. It’s not a flashy place. The floor is covered in scraps of paper and bits of string. We have to sweep it twice a day just to keep it walkable. We’ve been here at B-68 for some time now, and we know exactly how many boxes will fit in the corner without blocking the door. It’s just a lot of packing and moving things around.