Store Keeper

I stay busy over here at Mig-366-Aphb Colony in Gajuwaka. My father is Ramakrishna, and this is where I run Store Keeper. Being in Visakhapatnam, we get that salty air that makes everything feel a bit damp sometimes. The colony is a good place, and everyone mostly knows what everyone else is doing. I spend my days inside the store, surrounded by stacks of stuff that need sorting. It’s not always organized perfectly, but I know where everything is. If you ask me for something, I can usually find it in a minute or two, even if it looks like a mess to you. I don’t use a computer for much; I prefer writing things down in my big registers. The ink sometimes smudges if my hands are sweaty from the heat. I spend a lot of time on the phone talking to suppliers or waiting for a truck that’s stuck in traffic near the steel plant. It’s a lot of waiting and then a lot of rushing when the goods finally arrive. I eat my tiffin in the corner when I get a break. The ceiling fan wobbles a bit, but it keeps the air moving. It’s just me doing the work, making sure the supplies are where they need to be. It’s a quiet life, mostly, just focused on the day-to-day tasks of keeping the store running right. I close up when it gets dark and walk home through the colony streets.