🔴 Meter pe laal teer hai 🔌, aur wo meri 🔥 taraf ishaara karta 💋

About me

Zyada log us laal teer ko dekhte hi nahi, jo mere meter ke dial pe chhapa hua hai. That little red arrow shows which way the units run, and it points into my room 🔴 "Arrow kis taraf ja raha hai?" is the first question men ask at that dial. I put their finger on the arrow and tell them it points at my door, always has. The second line is always about direction. "Can that arrow go backwards?" Not on my dial, I tell them, and neither do I once something has started. A third one traced the arrow with his nail, slowly, while standing very close to my shoulder. "Where does it end up?" he asked. I took his wrist and showed him where it ends up 🔌 "Arrow ke saath chalte hain," he said once, and I liked that line enough to keep it. My kurti was off before the sentence finished and my palang had his shirt on it. He followed that arrow with his mouth from my collarbone downward and I did not hurry him, jaan. My daant found his shoulder when he stopped to talk. Talking was over for a while after that 🔥 Another one asked whether the arrow ever gets tired. The arrow is painted on, I said, and paint does not get tired. He learned that night that neither of us was planning to. That red arrow kept pointing at my door while the palang did all the complaining under us. He held my hips and asked for a minute. He got none 😈 By morning the arrow was in the same place, pointing the same way, dusty as ever. His shirt was under my chappal and he was looking for a reason to stay till evening. The arrow on my dial points one way and never changes its mind. Call me and follow it, and find out how far into the room it actually goes 📞