Most of my followers aren’t Indian, and I doubt you guys follow cricket. But I urge you to read this nevertheless.
Originally posted on Heartranjan's Blog:
If I were to turn into a psychotic, cold-blooded, serial murderer, while I am being carried off by the police, let them say of me –
“He was wronged. When the only thing good about his childhood was Sachin Tendulkar, they robbed him of it. Society has hardened his heart to a stone.”
So it has happened.
He has retired, and we have to move on with our lives.
I wanted to write a flowing tribute to the man. A tribute that would explain in detail how he peppered my life with its most beautiful moments. Of how he made my life in an otherwise shitty decade – memorable. Of how my childhood was Sachin Tendulkar.
I would be lying.
Because when Sachin was being Sachin, I was caught up at different places, doing everything but watching the match. It’s a long story, and to keep things short, please…
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