Very Very Special

A curl of the arm, a flick of the wrist, a twirl of the blade, and we watch through tints of rose. There is no muscle in his art, no malice, no meanness. It is non-confrontational, innocent, lovely. 

Or put it this way: strip away the context, strip away the circumstances, strip away the competition and all the rest of the stuff that really make sport . . . strip it, strip it, strip it down to a man and a stick and nothing more and the art of VVS barely resonates any less. How many like him?

Rahul Bhattacharya on VVS