Jay Hanuman Provision Store

We’ve been here in Bhosarigoan for quite some time now, just running the shop day after day. It’s a small place, mostly filled with bags of rice, different kinds of dals, and the usual snacks that kids come in for after school. The morning starts early around six when the milk crates arrive on the back of a truck. We spend most of our time rearranging the jars on the wooden shelves or weighing out sugar for neighbors who stop by to gossip. It gets busy in the evenings when people are heading home from work and realize they forgot to pick up cooking oil or tea leaves. Sometimes the ceiling fan makes a loud clicking noise, but you get used to it after a while. The floor is just plain concrete, and we keep a few old wooden stools for when friends drop in to chat. There isn’t much to say about the shop itself other than it’s where we spend our whole lives. We know most of the people who walk through the door by their first names. If a shipment is late, we just sit by the entrance and wait until the vehicle shows up. It’s a simple routine of checking the stock, cleaning the counter, and making sure the jars are closed tight so the ants don't get inside. We don't have any fancy displays, just the basic stuff people need for their kitchens every single day. It’s just us here, keeping the shelves full and waiting for the next customer.