Our istriwala bhaiya knows exactly how each of the girls likes her uniform folded

The man who irons clothes at the end of our lane in Madhapur has worked out, without anyone telling him, that our 11 year old wants her uniform shirt folded in thirds so it fits her shelf, and the 4 year old wants hers rolled up 'like a chapati'. This week the bundle came back with a tiny paper tag tucked into each, a star for one and a flower for the other, so the girls wouldn't fight over whose pile was whose. They've decided he's their favourite grown-up on the street ❤