How is a man How are you, me, and us? Some men are a little easier. It is immediately understood. Accept immediately. Some
men are tough. Don't explain in a moment. There is no 'guide' available to a tough person. It has to be frozen to make it firm. Difficult men also become easier when they 'go on'. From the outside, all men are the same. It has two arms, two legs, head and torso. From the inside, every man is different. There is something going on inside everyone. It does not appear, is felt. The realization is not so. The feeling has to be dissolved, dissolved. Touching is not just through the movement of the finger, but also through the feeling of the soul. The soul senses intimacy.
A man begins to like it without cause. Begins to feel themselves. It looks like it has a debt or debt. It becomes a part of life. The heart dictionary is very potent. Few pages have swirls that keep us awake throughout life. Was a girl He fell in love with youth. He said, Where were you till now? If this was only on earth, why didn't I get it so far? Will the debt even subside in a few years? How would someone get into your thoughts? You are the essence of my being, which gives me the essence. Your closeness makes me realize the reality. Everything seems to have changed. I'm not even me. You are absorbed in my prayers. I talk to you even when you're alone. Even when you are silent, the dialogue seems to be going on. The dialogue doesn't need words every time.
This is the point of a spouse. All day long, even if the two are together, they talk very little. Intimate love between the two. His love did not matter. Once his friend Kapal came to stay at home. He questioned seeing the husband and wife talking less. You talk so little! The friend said, that's right. We speak very little. There is a reason behind it. My parents and my wife's parents are friends. Our parents are both deaf and dumb. We've lived with both of them since we were little. That is why we have learned the language of silence! Sensory language goes beyond words. We understand the language of gestures. Our parents didn't speak, they didn't listen, they were still communicating! The language of the eyes explained it perfectly. One incident I miss. Once my father brought flowers for my mother. My mother's attention was another. He approached and hinted that he looked like this. My mother's attention went to the rose flower in her hand. The Thanksgiving Love You couldn't speak, but I felt the pink sensation of the rose petals on its cheeks. The pink cheeks of those cheeks were also floating in my father's eyes. From that time I realized that dialogue requires affection, not words.
