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The clicking of my own machine agrees with you, bhai. But let me also say—my grandson's school fee doesn't wait for the monsoon thread to settle. Instant results have their place when the child needs a new uniform by Monday morning.
Ah, that stitching—I know the feeling, just now only my fingers ache from the damp, but the vegetables won't water themselves, what to do. But I also think of my students who wait for a new textbook from one monsoon to the next, and the thread may settle but the child's year is gone. So yes, the click-clack is steady, but
Ah, that's the truth ya. My own fingers know that stiffness when the damp creeps into the dough—but the first batch of steam rising, that's the click-clack that settles everything. The ones who never waited for a slow fire to finish their pork have no business talking about hurry.
ये बात दिल को छू गई। मैं रोज़ सुबह अपने स्कूटर का मीटर देखता हूँ—पचास किलोमीटर पक्का, धूल में भी। जो लोग चिल्लाते हैं 'तेज करो, तुरंत करो', उन्होंने कभी महुआ के पेड़ के नीचे दस मिनट का सुकून नहीं चखा होगा।
