Rolls of Fabric at their Feet

In the back lanes of an old Calcutta neighborhood, there are a handful of men in a small, poorly lit room with turquoise-painted walls stitching brightly colored undershirts. Day in and day out. With smiles on their faces, rolls of fabric at their feet, and handwritten account books.

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