Everyday, Someone New

I genuinely admired the way she did her hair, her accented way of speaking, her humour and her kindness. I barely knew her, but music is a gateway into a person’s personality.

I found it hilarious when I watched old Bollywood movies with people falling in love with people just because of a random, seemingly insignificant thing about them. The guy falls for the lady by catching a glimpse of her smile, or because she danced with gracious fluidity, or she sang with strength to move mountains. I fell in love with her words.

I fell in love with her words.

I can go on and on about the people I fall in love with everyday. Sometimes it’s the cute waiter who winks at you while serving you beer, or the guy you sit next to in the bus who tells you all about his passion for history and ecology, inviting you to his next biodiversity tour. Sometimes it’s the person laying down beside me on a blanket of grass, looking at the same river as I am, and telling me what religion and spirituality meant to him.

I fell in love with their interests.

Sometimes it’s a friend who shares something silly, being herself unapologetically. Sometimes it’s the girl from Georgia who’s roamed seven countries with a backpack and a bravery of a soldier.

I fell in love with their strength.

Sometimes it’s the messy, depressed girl growing into someone who cares for herself right with you by her side. Sometimes it’s the closed off, cautious guy growing into someone who understands words right in front of your eyes. Sometimes it’s the realisation that with his growth, you’ve grown on him and he’s grown on you. And maybe when you finally get to see him, it’s time to finally kiss him without explicit warnings.

I fell in love with him.