In Solapur the first taana goes on at four, every day

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Surkh newar came out of the atti at four and the first taana went on by half past. Bunat starts at the sirhana serh, never at the painta end. That first taana decides the whole manji 👀. By five the first taana had been through eight soorakh and back. Baan from the old bunat still lay under the serh in a heap. Nobody who has not laid a taana knows how much shoulder it takes. Six o'clock brought the second taana, which goes beside the first without touching it. Sweat went down my spine and the kurti stopped behaving 🥵. Taana two has to match taana one exactly, teb and always. At seven the sehan went orange and the surkh newar went darker. That first taana had already stretched a finger under its own weight. A manji tells you that much in three hours, jeeko sune. Eight o'clock, bunat four phere deep, paye still off the ground. Your message arrived and the first taana went slack in my hands 😈. Nothing on this manji got touched for a while after that. By nine the atti had gone soft from being handled all evening. Surkh dye had come off onto the serh and onto my kurti. That taana sat there and waited, uhan, exactly where I left it 🔥. Ten o'clock, and a bunat half strung holds a woman's weight easily. Paye creak at the serh when somebody lies back across the first taana. Newar under a bare back does something nobody describes properly 💋. Eleven, and that taana is still the only finished part of this manji. Bunat will go on tomorrow, or the bunat will wait for somebody. Surkh newar does not mind either way, and the serh minds even less 🌙.