Dayama Salauddin Manaverkha

If you walk down Mandvi Main Road, you will find us at number 104. We are right across from the City Police Station, so there is always something happening outside the window. You hear the sirens and see the officers coming and going all day long. My name is Salauddin Manaverkha and this has been my base of operations for quite a long time. The street is one of those old parts of town where the shops are packed tight and the morning starts with the sound of shutters rolling up. It’s a busy place to be. We don’t have a lot of room for extra furniture, just the essentials needed to do the work. The walls could probably use a fresh coat of paint, but we never seem to find the time to stop everything for that. Most of our visitors are people from the neighborhood who have known the family for years. We aren't interested in being some big corporate entity. It’s just a straightforward business where we talk to people face to face. Dealing with the daily crowd on Mandvi Road keeps you on your toes. You have to watch where you park your cycle or it might get blocked in by a delivery truck. It’s just the way life moves around here. We open up early and stay until the sun goes down and the street lights start flickering on.