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Nana Peth is always loud. There is no avoiding it when you are working on Laxmi Road. New lords hair dresses has been sitting here for a long time. The building is old, and the stairs are a bit narrow and dark. You can hear the bikes and the horns honking outside all day long. I open the shutters early because the morning air is the only time it is actually cool. The chairs are the old-fashioned heavy ones. They have been repaired a few times over the years. I have some old calendars on the wall and a small radio that usually plays the local station. People come in from the market nearby, usually looking a bit tired. I don't say much, just get to work. The mirrors have some chips at the edges, but they still show you what you need to see. Laxmi Road is the heart of the city, really. It is crowded and messy but it feels like home. I keep the combs in those glass jars with the blue liquid. My father used to do it the same way. The floor is concrete and we sweep it every hour or so. Sometimes the power goes out and we just sit by the door until it comes back. It is not a fancy place for a haircut, just a spot where people have been coming for years. We know most of the shopkeepers on this block. We all just try to get through the day together.