Game, set and match; Federer
My sister never played tennis I don't know what she's doing here. My earliest memory of tennis is getting ready to go for classes at four in the evening despite the sweltering summer heat in Chennai. My mother decided that I was bouncing around with more energy than is natural for a four year old to display and that the best way to deal with it was to channel it towards a sport. I think I played with some sort of makeshift racquet for the first year or so considering that I was probably tinier than the smallest of racquets at the time. It comes as no surprise therefore that I felt a sense of great achievement when I grew in stature and skill to play with a regular one instead. I still remember this racquet. The Wilson "W" was etched across the surface of the guts, the part forming the throat between the head and the grip was a startling red and the grip, black. Along the "V" beneath the head was a lovely signature - that of a certain Roger Federer. In the ig
