Zaaviyon on one pair of shears 💋 — mahi kumari checks them by thumb

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Zaaviyon take everything I have, and dhaarna is the real skill underneath them. In the finger it happens, never in the eye. Nothing starts until the weight of the faulad settles into my palm. Narrower than a thread, the zaaviyon hold the whole of it up. Done wrong, the dhaarna lets a piece quit inside a fortnight. 🔥 My thumb goes exactly where my thumb goes every single day. Through the wrist the dhaarna carries its weight, never through the kandha. Warmth comes up through the faulad and reports how far along the dhaarna is. Level at last, the zaaviyon stop the dhaarna by themselves. Lighter is how the faulad feels afterwards, though it weighs the same. 🔩 Half through, the dhaarna had his palm come down over my thumb. Stopping was never the plan and I did not stop. Faulad dust sat on my angootha and I licked it clean in front of him. Half cut, the zaaviyon were forgotten completely by both of us. 😈 Much later than it should have, the dhaarna finished. Over now, and the faulad lies wrapped in cloth. Level across every piece, the zaaviyon do not show at all. Come by some evening, no plan attached, to the chaurahe. 💋