"The irony, you see is, she has got a very profound language to understand everything and yet nobody understands her.", said her very best friend to him.
"Oh really, and what language that might be?", amazed, he asked.
"Oh its very simple, its the language of universe.", the best friend said.
"The language of universe!! Everyone does speak in the language of universe, I guess. So it should be easy to understand her. Why is it then, I cannot connect to her?? Why is she so distant then?? ", confused he asked.
"Ok, let me ask you something, what do you think when you see a butterfly?", calming him down, her best friend asked.
"What do I think when I see a butterfly is what everyone thinks. The beauty, the colors and all.", started to getting irritated, he answered.
"Yes I know. But that is your point of view. I'll tell you what she sees when she sees a butterfly. of course she sees the colors and the beauty, but she also gets to thinking- thinking about the flight of the butterfly, about how it would be to see the world through the eyes of the butterfly, how it feels when its on a flower, how did the transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly affected it and how does it survive. She goes too deep into stuff and its not your fault if you don't understand it now. I myself developed this understanding after spending much time with her.", with a smile on face, the best friend replied.
"I am surprised, you know. How have you been so patient with her? Who has got the time specifically to understand a person in such a way! Maybe she can tell me all this by herself, but all she does is keeps me guessing and after the long working hours I haven't got much energy left to think or understand anything.", he said with a bit of humor.
"That is the thing. You need to connect to her on a superior level to understand her. You need not spend all your day with her. That is the beauty of her language. If you just look at her when she is looking at rain, you would know that she is attaining peace at heart, after a long time. You just need to be with her, when you are with her. She doesn't ask for much, I mean you know this as you've been with her for so long. You know when she is happy and when she is not. Just be in the moment with her and you will start speaking her language too.", her best friend told him.
"The way you talk about her is like she is a poetry. I know now what do you mean to say. I will definitely try to look at things, her way, maybe then I will get her." , satisfied, he said.
"Maybe you will, Hopefully you will.", said her best friend.
"Oh really, and what language that might be?", amazed, he asked.
"Oh its very simple, its the language of universe.", the best friend said.
"The language of universe!! Everyone does speak in the language of universe, I guess. So it should be easy to understand her. Why is it then, I cannot connect to her?? Why is she so distant then?? ", confused he asked.
"Ok, let me ask you something, what do you think when you see a butterfly?", calming him down, her best friend asked.
"What do I think when I see a butterfly is what everyone thinks. The beauty, the colors and all.", started to getting irritated, he answered.
"Yes I know. But that is your point of view. I'll tell you what she sees when she sees a butterfly. of course she sees the colors and the beauty, but she also gets to thinking- thinking about the flight of the butterfly, about how it would be to see the world through the eyes of the butterfly, how it feels when its on a flower, how did the transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly affected it and how does it survive. She goes too deep into stuff and its not your fault if you don't understand it now. I myself developed this understanding after spending much time with her.", with a smile on face, the best friend replied.
"I am surprised, you know. How have you been so patient with her? Who has got the time specifically to understand a person in such a way! Maybe she can tell me all this by herself, but all she does is keeps me guessing and after the long working hours I haven't got much energy left to think or understand anything.", he said with a bit of humor.
"That is the thing. You need to connect to her on a superior level to understand her. You need not spend all your day with her. That is the beauty of her language. If you just look at her when she is looking at rain, you would know that she is attaining peace at heart, after a long time. You just need to be with her, when you are with her. She doesn't ask for much, I mean you know this as you've been with her for so long. You know when she is happy and when she is not. Just be in the moment with her and you will start speaking her language too.", her best friend told him.
"The way you talk about her is like she is a poetry. I know now what do you mean to say. I will definitely try to look at things, her way, maybe then I will get her." , satisfied, he said.
"Maybe you will, Hopefully you will.", said her best friend.
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