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Remember your mother showing love for you when youwere just a child? Did she have to speak to you to makeyou understand her unconditional love? Never. A funnynod of her head, her raised eyebrows, or a smile on her facewould make you smile as a child.I am indebted to my mother for teaching me the firstlessons of nonverbal communication through her unspokenlove and care.My father was a person who commanded respect just byhis presence and humility. He was never a tough man likemost fathers. Rather he was very kind at heart and blindlyaffectionate towards me. But with that one soft look, he couldcommunicate volumes of words about his deep affectionand care about me. A gentle touch on my shoulder from myfather would mean an entire life of security and reassurance.I owe my existence to my father, who I consider myAlmighty. The very fact that this book is being writtenmakes me feel indebted to my father for making everythingthat I am today.This book would have never been written without mecoming across some remarkable personalities. I may nothave met all of them or interacted with them one on one.