- WIP / India on the path of my grandfather


NEW DELHI. APRIL 2014. Arriving in India “On the path of my grandfather” I came to do an essay on the future of tennis in India and went about town to get a feel for the place.

One evening it was getting dark and I was racing home late for dinner, in the middle of smokey rush hour traffic, sitting behind the shiny eyed motor-ricksha driver, 35 degree wind in my hair in April and the scents of jasmine and burned cow dung together with the indian honking hysteria, feeling close to death and happy while the driver continued breaking all the rules possible.