Life Medicine

We are situated at the Thin Rasta Cross Rasta in Rajanpur. It’s a bit of a repetitive name, but that’s where the roads meet. It’s a local spot that most people around here know well. Our shop is right there on the corner. It’s not a big place. We have just enough room for the medicine counters and the storage at the back. It gets quite dusty because of all the vehicles passing through the crossroad. We spend a fair amount of time cleaning the glass cases. Life in Rajanpur is steady. We see the same faces every day. People stop by when they’re passing through the junction. We don’t have a big corporate team. It’s just a few of us. We keep things simple. We don't use any fancy software, just the basic stuff to keep track of what we sell. The building is old and the walls could use a fresh coat of paint, but it serves its purpose. We have a small bench outside where we sit sometimes when it’s not too hot. The noise from the intersection is constant. You hear bikes and tractors all day. It’s a humble place. We don’t try to be anything we aren’t. We just provide medicines to whoever needs them in the village and the surrounding areas. It’s a honest living and we are okay with that. The sunset looks pretty good from the crossroad when the dust settles.