Jamshedpur City Ghosh Pharmacy, at the entrance of a colony, Morning Hemant pulled up the shutter of the medical shop with a heave. The shutter slid with a screech and banged at the upper end. The sound produced by the shutter reflected Hemant’s irritation. He muttered in his mouth, “Shokaal shokaal Badol da’r mukh ta dekhe niye chhi. Aajke bohni-batta-o hobe naa (I have seen Badol da’s face in this morning hour. There won’t be any opening sale from the first customer today.” Badal da was standing on the other side of the street, waiting impatiently for the medical shop