My strength
The people who keep my fire lit
A forge is never one person's work. Someone keeps the fire going, someone holds the tongs steady, someone works the bellows when the coal turns grey. Everything on this website was forged with these people standing next to me.
This page is for them.
— Mayur
Where the iron comes from
Three generations of the Makwana family. Click anyone to read what I wrote to them.
MayurMeFamily by choice
The friends who walked in as strangers and never left. Click a photo to read my note.
Every part of the forge
- The anvil my steady ground
- The fire my warmth
- The hammer the push I need
- The tongs the one who holds on
- The bellows the one who lifts me
- The quench my calm
Whatever I build, I build for them.