The white of the walls, faded with time, was now hot as temperatures soared. Summer was at it peak. I however could not afford the leisure of an afternoon nap. My father had taught me leather craft. We were in Khavada then and I did not like the work. I wanted to do something else. Putting these thoughts aside I eventually joined him. I was twelve at the time. Soon we moved to Zura and years went by.
I worked with my uncle for a short while. I moved on to work at a chemical factory. Three years later I left to join another factory. Life was not at its best then.
Soon enough I found an avenue in leather craft again. My brothers and I got back to our roots. They work for me and I pay them well. It’s a good system. We often visit exhibitions. Many times I work so hard on something and it does not sell. At times work that has got very little effort on my part works wonders in the markets. I find myself lost here. You never know what may or may not sell. Designers come to Zura and I work for them. Work requires an immense level of concentration. However we are all together in it, my brothers and I.
