Who turns the hattha when both my wrists have given up? 😏

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Two things get said at my charkhi every single day. The hattha is what every man wants to hold. One asks whether the hattha is heavy for a girl. Another asks what my wrist feels like after four hours 😏. Hattha mujhe do, tum baitho — that is the first one. I hand the hattha over and watch a shoulder go red. Three turns and the hattha beats him flat. The hattha squeaks once for every full round. My chhilka basket fills faster than his arm moves. Ganna to tumse bhi meetha nahi — that is the second. The hattha keeps turning while a man says it. I let him finish, then lean my weight on the hattha. The hattha grip has gone dark from my palm. His talking stops when the hattha does. Hattha is louder than anything he had planned. Nobody says the third thing out loud near the charkhi. His eyes do the saying, hattha to shoulder and back again. A hattha does not care whose arm is on it. So the hattha goes slower and he gets a longer look 🔥. Later I bite harder than the hattha grinds. Some men stand at the charkhi till the hattha stops. Some take me far from Kodaikanal and the hattha both. The hattha stays bolted to this thela all season 💋. Ring me once the hattha is chained for the night, babe 📞.