Prajapati Pan Center

Starting at Kothrud on Wing A by Swastik Cross Road. It's just a small shop, really. I open up around nine every morning when the traffic starts picking up. You can hear the bikes and cars zooming past all day long. Most people stop by after lunch or dinner because that's when you want something to chew on. I've got all the glass jars lined up with different nuts and powders. Some are getting a bit old but they still hold everything okay. My hands usually have some red stains on them from the lime and catechu by the end of the day. It’s not a fancy job but it keeps me busy. I know most of the guys who live in these buildings around here. They come for a cigarette or a sweet pan and we talk about the cricket scores or how the roads are always under construction. The light in the shop is a bit dim because one of the bulbs keeps flickering, but I haven't gotten around to changing it yet. There’s a small stool outside where some people sit and stare at the road. When it rains, the water splashes a bit under the shutter, so I have to keep a cloth there. It’s just how the days go by here in Kothrud. I don't see myself doing anything else soon. It’s a simple life behind this counter.