Thaan ke oopar anvil 😈 aur thaan pe 🔥 mera baithna, poori raat

About me

Evening light finds my thighs on that elm stump before it finds my face. The anvil sits on the stump and I sit beside it, legs apart, because that is how the work gets done. Mohi wahin baithan sabse achho lagat hai. Thaan ki lakdi se mere kapde hamesha thode kaale rehte hain 🔥. The stump stands waist high and is sunk two feet into the floor, so nothing on it ever shifts. My back is straight from years of working over it 🔥. These arms come from the same school. Thaan pe baith ke kaam karne se kamar apne aap mazboot ho jaati hai 💋. A man's hands land on my waist while that stump holds me level, and he finds no give anywhere. The stump does not rock and I do not move off it either. He usually stops asking questions there. That stump has taken every kind of weight for sixty years. Mine, the anvil's, and a whole cartwheel once 😈. Tonight that stump can take both of us, and the anvil waits its turn on the floor. Thaan ke kinare pe mere paanv ke nishaan bane hue hain. Elm goes dark where hands keep touching it, in patches. There are two smooth spots on the stump exactly where mine go every day. Come and put yours over them, and we will see what else goes dark.