Suresh Brick Field

Down here in Thiruvallur, at number 78, things move at their own pace. This brick field has been a part of my life since I was a kid. The ground here has that specific smell when it rains, and that is usually when work stops for a bit. We spend a lot of time watching the sky because a sudden downpour can mess up a whole batch of unburnt bricks sitting out. It is a lot of physical labor, stacking them one by one in the heat. My hands are always covered in red dust by noon. We are not a big corporation or anything like that. It is just us and a few workers who have been with the family for years. We know the local builders around here, and they know where to find us. Sometimes the kiln does not fire exactly right and we end up with some pieces that are not perfect, but we just sort through them. Lunch is usually taken under the shade of a small tree nearby. We talk about the local news or how the crop is doing in the next field over. It is a simple way to make a living, even if it is tiring on the back. The address is easy to find if you are looking for it. We do not bother with fancy signs or brochures. If you need bricks, you just show up and we talk. That is how we have always done it.