When Boris Becker won Wimbledon at seventeen, the world marvelled at a young man who seemed untroubled by nerves. Delhi, has its own generation of prodigies. The older generation worries about what might happen next. The young don’t worry about consequences. They have youth, ingenuity and an inexhaustible supply of nerves. Wimbledon had its unseeded champion. Delhi has its own.
Uqaabi rooh jab bedaar hoti hai jawano mein,
Nazar aati hai us ko apni manzil aasmaano mein – Allama Iqbal
(When an eagle’s spirit awakens in the youth, they see their destination nowhere less than the skies.)
This baby Mynah sat very close to me; I realised, bachcha hai, darna nahin seekha abhi!
Too young to know fear.
Text and photos by Prerna Jain.
