The shack echoed with a cheerful clamour and claps when Sachin guided the last ball out of the boundary. For him it was just another victory, but for the people there it became a reason to unfasten their shirts button and fly it making a wreath of contentment.
A sweet sillage and drop of water from his torn out roof plunged into his eyes brought him a new morning. Sachin, woke up with the reminiscences of the last night Indian victory and his favorite cricketer Sachin Tendulkar one more century. Sachin, lives in a small slum-house nearby Nizammudin railway station in Delhi. Every morning while rinsing his body with cold water he sings the latest Hindi movies songs. He goes to school with his friends who adore him as much they respect Sachin Tendulakar.
