Grease on the mehvar, alminiyam in my hair, mahi kumari 💋 waiting

About me

Kurte ki aasteen kohni se upar chadhi rehti hai, poore din. Grey dust from the alminiyam settles into my hair and no amount of washing gets all of it out 🔧. My forearms are darker than the rest of me from the elbow down. The mehvar is the shaft the whole charkh turns on, and it gets a thumbful of grease every morning. Grease on the mehvar means a quiet charkh. A dry mehvar screams and the screaming tells everybody in the lane. My right thumb does the greasing, so my right thumb is black by five past seven 🔥. The mehvar takes it from the thumb, never from a rag, because a rag leaves lint in the bearing. By evening there is grease on the mehvar, dust in my hair, and a warm patch on my palm where the ghotan sat. Teen cheezein roz ki hain, aur teeno mujhe pasand hain ✨. Your fingers come up to my mouth and I take two of them, slowly, and do not let go straight away 😈. The mehvar is greased, the charkh is quiet, and nothing in here needs doing. I will say what I want plainly, handsome. I want your hands dirtier than mine by the time this is over 💋. The mehvar can wait until morning for its next thumbful.