Dayal Spices

Down in Ck-65/68, Bari Piyari, the air always smells like cardamom and cloves. This is where we run Dayal Spices. It is a small place, really just a couple of rooms where we store and pack our goods. We spend our days weighing out spices and sealing them in bags. It is repetitive work, but we find it peaceful in a way. The light in these old buildings isn't the best, so we have to keep the big doors open to see what we are doing. We get our supplies from the main markets and then spend time cleaning and sorting them right here. My brother handles the heavy sacks while I do the finer work with the scales. We don't have a lot of fancy equipment, just a few reliable tools that have been with us for years. Sometimes the rain leaks in through the roof and we have to scramble to move the bags to a dry spot. That is just part of living and working in an old neighborhood like this. People know us by the smell of our shop before they even see the number on the door. We don't do much talking about what we do, we just get on with it and try to stay busy. It is a simple way to earn a living and we are happy enough with how things are going for us.