"So do you listen to music?" I asked him.
"Of course I do. Who doesn't? Did you think I was some kind of a Tribal?"
That made me smile. I was meeting him for the first time and we both found the conversation smooth, with no awkward pauses, as we walked around the beautifully landscaped gardens. Did I mention it was night? Somehow nights always make even the mundane seem enchanting.
Ten days later he dedicated a song to me.
It was Air Supply's "Every Woman in the world"
It's been 20 years now and the song still holds the same magic.
It still puts a smile on my face when I hear it.
And sometimes, he looks into my eyes and sings it for me :)
|Pic credits :Narasimha Murthy|
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