You Didn’t Care - Santosh Jha (best ereader for manga TXT) 📗

different. It enhances survival and wellness. However, different entities need be in synergy and symmetry.

Real caring men also have to accept that contemporary clutter culture and rising anxieties are eroding the innate mind consciousnesses of modern women. Therefore, if contemporary women show up more cultured behavior than there instinctive and natural selves, men have to be more considerate. Men are men... they must care...

Women have different sensitivities and she expresses them in her own distinct ways. Therefore, when she is saying, when she wants you to listen, cease to be a man with a man’s instinct, rather become a man with a kid’s sensitivities. Accept her uniqueness with innocence and love her sensitivities as it would land you in good stead too. Pamper her, prompt her, take her in, kiss her eyes and tresses, and navigate your soft assuring touch through her chiselled undulations to facilitate her golden and honey-dew expressions. This is some treasure; men really need to value more than outer material attainments.

Evolution may be a stupid engineering, yet in has created two very complementing entities of male and female. So, when a woman is expressing her sensitivities, her concerns or simply wishing to have her words, her man must treat her as an angel and be extra inventive and even artistic in loving her. She needs it and deserves it. And it is all there for her man’s joys.

Let her talk, you better zero in your energies on making her feel, she is the princess of your life. Keep looking in her eyes, kiss her lips often and enough to thank her for her words, keep her silky frame warm in your embrace and nudge her mounds, gaps and velvety flab all over to say wordless thanks...

You actually do a favour not to her, but yourself as through her sensitivities, she is making a man out of you. A man creates utility and worth only because he has a woman accepting them all. Blame it on evolution, which created this mechanism. Humanity thriving for millions of years only corroborates – this mechanism is good and useful.

If a man truly wishes to unravel the mystery of joys and pains, if men have this innocence and brilliance of receptivity to admit that joys and pains are only different manifestations of singular intangibility; they have only one choice. Yes, they have to be in harmony with their women and wait patiently as well as humbly for the ecstatic moment, when their women shall acquiesce to embrace them in their silky love…

Nature created feminine identity as the ultimate metaphor of the benchmarks of idealism for all living beings to accept and yearn for. As your woman fills you with her love and shapes you towards this benchmark, you realize, the joys and pains are only one singular emotion.

You run a marathon and at the end of it, you feel the pain of thirst, almost squeezing the life out of you. As you guzzle up the cold soothing fresh water and attempt to run it down into your system, you realize – the contentment that overwhelms your consciousness is actually a joyful-pain, which you wish could stretch for infinity.

When your woman fills you up, shoves oceans of fresh water of love into your system, you have this desire to quench the thirst that the marathon of life builds up in you. This is akin to the joyful-pain engendered from this cyclicality of thirst and water quenching it. Try to put this emotion into words and you would only toy between the two words of joy and pain.

The fact is – all intense emotions of humans – love being the most intense one – are a brilliantly beautiful amalgam of the twin emotions of joy and pain.

All brilliant, overwhelming and beautifully self-negating emotions and experiences of life are those intangibles, which are engendered instinctively though the functioning of tangibles. All such emotions and experiences of intangibility are orgasmic to the deepest consciousness and all orgasmic ideas are classic amalgam of joy-pain dualism.

Only a woman, through the tangibility of her being and persona, successfully engenders the intangibility of LOVE, which unravels the orgasmic magic. Only love makes you understand and accept that joys and pains are not contradictory emotions, rather complementary, concurrent and collateral emotions.

If not in love, you accept joys and pains as two entities and remain torn and conflicted all through your life. Life becomes an unending drudgery of futile joy-pursuit and pain-avoidance. Thank your woman for making this happen for you. Love her back with the same intensity, passion and sincerity as your gesture for thanks towards her for accepting you as the subject of her love.

Promise to her that till your last breath, you shall kiss her all over for thousand times a day. Tell her with tears in your eyes that her love is what you wish to remain in, everything else shall matter no more as her love makes you the richest person on earth as you have both joys and pains as your true assets.

A man said to his woman – I can accept that you cease to love me but cannot accept that you cease to be happy. The woman replied – but how can I ever be happy if I cease to love you!

This is the magic of love and essence of a woman – the metaphor of wellness and goodness.

Be a man and assign as well as align all your thought-action-emotion-behaviour for her happiness and take it for granted that she shall accept nothing but still be the happiest as she shall love you. Just be there for her… just care… care enough…

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Accept My Gratitude

Writing something is a daunting task as there is always a lurking apprehension of it not being of utility for some readers. I however feel at ease, because of my faith in magnanimity of readers. I am happily sure; you shall forgive if my efforts could not be up to your expectations. Thank you so much for being with me and allowing me to share with you. Wish you an empowered life; with the prosperity of the consciousness.

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About The Author

People say, what conspire to make you what you finally become are always behind the veil of intangibility. Someone called it ‘Intangible-Affectors’. Inquisitiveness was the soil, I was born with and the seeds, these intangible-affectors planted in me made me somewhat analytical. My long stint in media, in different capacities as journalist, as brand professional and strategic planning, conspired too! However, I must say it with all innocence at my behest that the chief conspirators of my making have been the loads of beautiful and multi-dimensional people, who traversed along me, in my life journey so far. The mutuality and innocence of love and compassion always prevailed and magically worked as the catalyst in my learning and most importantly, unlearning from these people. Unconsciously, these amazing people also worked out to be the live theatres of my experiments with my life’s scripts. I, sharing with you as a writer, is essentially my very modest way to express my gratitude for all of them. In my stupidities is my innocence of love for all my beautifully worthy conspirators!

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Publication Date: 08-28-2021

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