Charpai: The Quiet Pulse Beneath Open Skies
You’ve lain on me, lived on me, laughed on me. But have you ever listened to me? I am the Charpai. Or Khatiya. Or Manji. Or Khat. Call me what you will—I have always answered. I was born of neem wood and rope, woven by hands that knew the song of tradition. My frame still