B.K. Dal & Flour Mills

If you walk down Sindholi Road in Mahamudabad, you’ll find us right near the bus stand. It’s a busy spot. There is always the sound of buses pulling in and out, and the air usually has a bit of dust from the grain. We’ve been running the mill here in Agrasen Nagar for years. It’s a loud place when the machines are going. You have to shout a bit to be heard over the grinders. My clothes usually end up covered in a fine layer of white flour by the end of the day. It’s hard work but it keeps us busy. We see a lot of people coming from the surrounding villages who get off at the bus stand. They bring their sacks of grain and wait while we process them. The floor is always dusty, no matter how much we sweep. We have an old wooden chair in the corner where I sit when there’s a quiet moment. We don't have any fancy signs or big advertisements. People just know where we are because of the smell of fresh flour. Sometimes the machines break down and we have to spend the whole afternoon fixing them with greasy hands. That’s just part of the job. It’s not a clean or quiet office, it’s a working mill. We open up early when the first buses arrive and usually close when the sun starts to go down over the road. It makes for a long day but it is what we do for a living.