Shreeji Foods

It's tucked away at Shop No-11, right near the Gujrati Chowk. You can usually hear the traffic from the main road all day long. We open up the shutters around nine and start dragging the crates inside. The floor is concrete and stays cold in the mornings, which is nice. We spend a lot of time just rearranging things on the shelves because people always put stuff back in the wrong place. Being near the chowk means we get a lot of people just passing through on their way somewhere else. They usually look a bit rushed. The ceiling fan wobbles a little when it's on the highest setting, but it keeps the air moving. We’ve got some boxes stacked in the back that we haven't got around to sorting yet. It's not a huge space, so if more than five people come in at once, it feels like a crowd. Sometimes the neighbors come in just to chat about the weather or the price of things these days. We keep a ledger for the regular stuff, though my handwriting is getting worse as I get older. It’s a simple shop, nothing too special to look at from the outside. The sign above the door is a bit faded from the sun. We’ve been here a while now and know the rhythm of the street. When the sun goes down, the lights from the chowk make everything look a bit orange inside the shop. We just keep things ticking along as usual.