The Barber Shop
At the intersection of R. K. Mutt Road and Greenways Road is a barber shop, barely large enough for two chairs, a narrow counter and a mirror. Gods look down from lithographs hung above the mirror. In the afternoon the barber pulls down his rolling shutter and goes elsewhere. In the evening he opens the shop and sits in one of the chairs, reading a newspaper. A customer from the nearby auto-rickshaw stand walks in and sits in the other chair. The barber puts down his paper, drapes the man in a cloth, and takes out his round brush and cup of shaving soap. He works up a foam while the customer inspects himself in the mirror. The half-open saloon-style doors are wood-framed panes of blue glass. The horizontal white tube-light between the mirror and the gods reflects off the glass, bathing the scene in a blue glow. The signal changes and you’re gone.