Sachin tendulkar autobiography full house

Half-careful, half-quick, I heard Sachin’s footsteps before I saw him. When he walked into the room, he almost knocked me off my feet the moment he was through the door. Such was the fierceness of his hug. I could tell he was fighting back tears. He may not be very tall but Sachin is strong as a giant (and his friendship is as strong too). He is a cricketing giant, of course, but that day I was meeting a friend, one of the first to come and see me after my treatment in Indianapolis. I was on my way back home to India. At Dr Einhorn’s suggestion we had stopped in London for a few days of rest, to get my immunity up and to break the long journey from Indiana to India.

Like I mentioned earlier, I still remember the first time I met Sachin. Dad had just introduced me to the gruelling life of cricket, cricket and more cricket. It was during one of those winters that the Indian team was in Chandigarh for a match. Dad thought the time was right for me to see a proper game. He took me to t

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