Whenever affection steps in, languages stop playing a role. This lady was so happy to see me in the village again after one year. She met me on the street, took my hand and brought me to her house, picked the flowers very carefully, gave them to me and then insisted that we take a picture together. On the way to her house she didn’t stop talking to me knowing that I don’t understand a single word and she also doesn’t understand me .She asked questions which I answered, then I also asked questions which she answered- overall one of the best conversations that I’ve had.