First dol of the morning 🥛 — yours 🔥 or the doodh's 💋?

About me

Jhalak of light at four, and the first dol goes under the bhains. That dol fills before anything else in this lane moves. My knees are on the ground and my forearms take the dol's weight. 🥛 Body first: the dol taught my thighs to hold a squat for ten minutes. My shoulders came from carrying two dol at once. My waist learned its bend from a full dol on one hip. ✨ The first dol is the only one I carry on my head. Doodh slops over the dol rim and runs down into my hair. I go all day with that dol smell in it. Men at the counter watch the dol come down off my head. They watch how my blouse pulls while the dol lowers. Nobody has ever said it out loud, love. 🔥 The dol goes back on its nail at seven. That dol has hung on the same nail longer than I have worked this lane. Where I go after that is nobody's business except yours. 😉 That first dol comes in brimming, with froth still sitting on top. By dark the dol hangs empty on its nail. Whatever noise the dol hears after that is mine. The dol gets the morning and you get all the rest. 💋