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The Cobbler

I remember when I lived in Dublin it was quite expensive to get broken shoes repaired.  Not so in India.  If you look around, you can find cobblers easily enough.  They fix the broken shoes very inexpensively, for mere pennies.

Sometimes a cobbler comes down the road and stops at the house of one of our neighbours.  They bring out all their old shoes to get repaired and sometimes they knock on our gate and tell us to come out and do the same.  So we have a shoe-mending fest.

My children, especially the girls, are nearly always damaging their shoes jumping in and out of the tempo going to and coming from school.  The cobbler has come to our rescue on many an occasion.

I've seen several cobblers around our area, but for some reason, they all look the same.  They are all old, bald and wear traditional Indian dress like the dhoti (a sort of kilt).  They usually carry their instruments around with them in a box.  Prices have increased in India over the years, but the cobbler's prices seem to have refused to increase.

That's sad.  They should ask for more money.  They certainly deserve it.


  1. We have the same in Turkey...along with the tailors/dressmakers who will also alter and repair clothes. And they are all very cheap. I never know how they manage to make a living. Yes they do deserve more...but maybe they're worried that people will stop using them if they increase their prices?

  2. I wish we still had the traveling craftsmen here in this country. Not even in the small towns. People have become so fearful over here but it's also because of the rampant consumerism. No one thinks repaired goods have value.

  3. Much better than our disposable society over here. I wish we had a traveling cobbler.

  4. They are on what economists call low margin high volume businesses. They do quite well thank you. They face competition from each other. Capitalism and entrepreneurship for you there!


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