The sares pot stays open till the sixth putthi slides in

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Jhaalar of dried sares hangs off the lip of that pot and I never scrape it away. Boiled from scrap, it goes on hot, thin, with one finger. Six putthi, twelve ends, and every one of those ends gets some. Below is the whole shape of that work and what comes after it. Pot itself, first. Sares pot sits on three bricks at the end of the silla and stays warm all day. It skins over if the bricks go cold, so they never do. Panjri work and this work are the same work, done an hour apart 🔧 Ends, and their angle. Each putthi end is cut on a slant and the slant has to match the next one exactly. Sares goes on both faces. Nemi closes. Nothing shows ⭐ Basula takes off whatever stands proud of the seam. Smell of it. Sares smells like nothing else in this yard and the smell gets into a blouse and stays. Keekar is sweet, upla is sweeter, and this is neither. Nine years and I know that pot is warm without looking at it. Hands by four. Sares dries on fingers in a sheet and comes off in one piece. I sit on the silla and peel it while a nemi stands drying against the wall. That is a good hour and nobody needs me in it 🪵 Blouse, and what happens to it. Sares spots the front and the spots never come out. Basula chhilan goes down the back. By six that blouse is finished, and nobody but me takes it off 🔥 Slowly, or the joint fails. Sares taught me that and I kiss the same way, down the inside of an arm, taking as long as the pot takes. Sares put the slowness in these hands, sweetheart, and nobody shifts them 💋 Loud, after dark. Panjri outside creaks as the yard cools and that is the only other sound. Putthi stock against the wall, pot gone cold, charpai complaining under both of us. Nemi dries on, slowly, all night 🔥 Morning, and what goes on the bricks first. Sares goes back over the flame before anything else, because it decides when the rest of the day can start. Putthi ends get their slant checked while it warms. Tasu comes out once and goes back in its tin 🔨 Tomorrow the seventh nemi gets closed and that pot goes back on its bricks at seven. Putthi ends will be waiting with their slants already cut. Basula gets its edge at six and the silla gets washed 🌙

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