Khushi Hair Cutting Salon

Khushi Hair Cutting Salon. Being out here in Pandra on Ratu Road means dealing with a lot of dust. Ranchi gets quite dry. The shop is small and the roof is made of tin sheets. When it rains, you can't hear anything over the sound of the water hitting the metal. I named the shop after my daughter. I have two chairs that I bought second-hand. They don't recline very well anymore, so I have to nudge them with my knee. The walls are painted a bright yellow to make the place look bigger than it is. I keep my combs in a jar of blue liquid. I'm not sure if it does much, but it looks like I know what I'm doing. My scissors are the most expensive thing I own. I keep them wrapped in a cloth at night. Most of my customers are local laborers or guys from the nearby shops. We talk about the cricket matches mostly. I have a small mirror at the back so people can see the back of their heads, but it’s a bit heavy to hold for long. The door stays open all day to let the air in. I have a plastic bucket for the used towels. Life moves slowly here. Sometimes no one comes in for three hours, and then five people show up at once. That's just how it goes in Pandra. I use a hand fan when the power goes out, which happens quite a bit. I don't have a big sign, just the name written on the glass door in red paint.