සමහර මිනිස්සු අදටත් ජීවත් වෙලා ඉන්නෙ මැරෙ_න්න තියෙන බය නිසා මිසක් ජීවත් වෙන්න තියෙන ආසවට නෙමෙයි 🥺

When he thought that a woman should be created like a flower..🌻🩵 The great Brahma forgot what kind of flower it should be..... So each woman began to bloom in her own way, with her own fragrance.. Some women became cactus flowers born in the fields of hard labor.. Like small flowers blooming even when there was no rain.. They bore all the troubles and difficulties beautifully.. While some bloomed like a sleeping flower that refused even a small touch.. When they could not wait for the right person to pick it... There was also a group of women who bloomed at night and withered in the morning without allowing anyone else... There were some women who, despite giving the best possible fragrance, smiled alone and withered without telling anyone.. Meanwhile, they deceived by pretending to be sexy and pretending to be sexy. The bees helpless.. Women like the Bhadura flower were also in the midst of that society... Even if they fell to the ground, there were innocent maids who gave their fragrance as offerings... Such women thought at the last moment to comfort someone else with their fragrance... There were innocent flowers that bloomed and withered in the forest, and no one knew their value.. So among the roses that were passed from hand to hand, the fragrance shone.. Women who stood alone in the same grave every day, strong like temple flowers.. Thousands of lives shone with their sacrifices.. And even if they were not fragrant or not very beautiful... Remember.. The beautiful flower of the garden always went to the temple..🌸 That woman is so amazing..It is very difficult to understand..🪻🌼 If you can understand.. Every woman is the same No.. Just like a flower..🤍🍃🌹