falling in love

I’m falling in love with people who give so selflessly, expecting absolutely nothing in return. I’m falling in love with people who live in contentment, in situations we would never dream of being acceptable. I’m falling in love with people who respect each other so much, but still know how to have fun, who still have amazing senses of humor. I’m falling in love with children who are so well-behaved, with such an intense desire to learn. I’m falling in love with people who still hold marriage as something sacred, people who don’t just reside in the same house, they truly love. I’m falling in love with a place where eating is an act of love and gratitude, rather than a selfish thing. I’m falling in love with a place where I don’t worry about running, about the way others see me, because everyone just loves. I’m falling in love with a place where a nap is an everyday occurrence, actually encouraged. I’m falling in love with people who know the meaning of Christian fellowship, who come together to eat and their conversation actually turns to God, something that rarely happens in our version of “Christian fellowship”. I’m falling in love with a place called India.