Best Pharmaceutical

Best Pharmaceutical is right here in Suratgarh. It’s been a part of this street for a good while now. We usually start the day early, around eight, to get everything ready before the first few people show up. The shop itself is nothing special to look at, just a counter and plenty of wooden shelves filled with boxes. Suratgarh gets incredibly dusty and hot in the summer months, so the ceiling fan stays on high speed all day long, making a clicking noise that I’ve grown used to. I spend a lot of my time just organizing the strips of pills and making sure the bottles are lined up straight. It’s a quiet kind of work. People from the nearby houses come in often. Sometimes they just want to chat about the local news while I look for their prescription. We keep the usual things, medicines for fever, some bandages, and the stuff people need for their kids. The fridge in the back is always humming away, keeping the cold stuff at the right temperature. Sometimes the supply crates arrive late in the afternoon, and then it’s a rush to get everything put away before we close up for the night. The floor has some scuffs from years of boots walking across it. I don’t use any big words or fancy promises here. We just handle the medicine and try to keep things in order. It’s a simple life.