There was a green ball and there were a pair of green eyes…
It was one of those serious discussions with my mum
on my own shortcomings. She showed me a photo.
“Look at those eyes, thats how you should be…”
Early morning. The Hindu, Sports section. Results of
some tennis match.
There was a green ball. And a pair of green eyes fixed
on it. A raquet poised to strike.
The audience was blurred. The ground was blurred.
Her chic clothes were blurred.
Sharapova’s eyes, I’ll never forget them…