We communicate through our words, our eyes, our faces, bodies. But when it gets interesting, is when we begin to pretend. We pretend to be happy so others don't worry about us. We pretend to be upset for attention. We pretend to be nice so people will like us and we pretend to be mean so people will believe we're tough. We always pretend for others, not for ourselves.
Sometimes we pretend to pretend. This is very sophisticated communication. I tell my brother he's a donkey and all he calls me, is Moti (hindi for fatty). We both pretend to be pretending to not like each other, but really, it is clear as daylight that we love each other to bits.
We don't often tell people we really, really love, that we love them. It is unnecessary. Parents don't tell their kids that they love them everyday, and there is no greater love than the love a parent has for a child. I do not remember ever telling my parents I love them, not unless we were fighting, which is the only time it became necessary to establish the fact.
When you love someone, they know. And I know.
