The first time I watched Wimbledon on the neighbour’s colour television—our own set was black-and-white then—I was struck not by the speed of the serve, but by the pause before it. The way the player tapped the ball twice, adjusted his whites, and looked down the court as if measuring the whole world in that silence. It reminded me of the five minutes I spend every morning watering my tulsi plant on the balcony: a small ritual that says, "Now, we begin." That careful, orderly start is the soul of Wimbledon, and I think we lose it when we chase only the roar.
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