Of Words And Worth.

The day you left has gone by long, And all of it seems just a song. I am all alone, no one by my side, It’s true nothing waits, time nor tide. But no longer do I live in fear, The fear of loss I do not hear. I miss you Dad as I sit by our tree, But no tears, as strong is what You’ve made me.

Its birth itself is a tale of struggle. A struggle against forces of nature like gravity, earth and wind. However, it has its allies in the sun and the rain too. A blade of grass can do anything from fulfilling an animal’s hunger to curing its diseases. That little green thing is indeed a work of wonder. A single blade of grass is a hundred experiences. And if that blade of grass belongs to the Centre Court of the Wimbledon Tennis Championships in England, its experiences might as well be called out of the world. This Centre Court is the Mecca for ‘Lawn Tennis’ worshippers. Having always been one of tennis’ most prestigious Grand Slam Championships, this Court at Wimbledon and its grass have countless stories to tell. Stories of glorious victories, undeserved defeats, endless hours of work and joyous tears are woven and recounted every year. Every blade of grass here grows not only on water but also on the dripping sweat of the thousands who have attempted to captur...