Village blacksmith

It was morning in early October. We had come to the smith in village Bani midway between the heritage villages Garli and Pragpur. We got the two blades of grass and maize stock (used as fodder) chopper machine sharpened. The blades were heated red hot and the edges beaten thin and sharpened on a grinder. The hum/whir is that of the electric blower dug into the side of the furnace.

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