Episode 43 – ‘And I Love Her’Monte Carlo, France, 30 December
Lying on my bed, I stare at the blue patch of the sky and think of my unexpected encounter with her.
A mere thought of having the courage to speak to her, like I did, makes my heart race with exhilaration. Again, and again evoking the moment of her smiling at me, I think that it must have been some sort of divine intervention. For, if she hadn't smiled then, I would have just stood there, rooted to the deck of the yacht.
I take the Fender guitar and run my fingers across its strings. Trembling lightly, they produce a vibrating sound that echoes in my heart with a gentle melody. What if I write a song? But what about …
I remember a poetic diary I kept once in the Berklee College of Music, in Boston. Actually, my studying t
