A view of Tendulkar's slippers
Several tributes to Sachin Tendulkar's record-breaking feat have come by the way of personal memories of the batsman

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They were like Aladdin’s slippers, curled up at the front and studded with jewels (at least they looked like jewels). Immediately it occurred to me that Tendulkar had placed them there because he didn’t want a stranger to see them. I felt like an intruder. Tendulkar has spent all of his adult life fighting for every precious moment of privacy he can find — the stories are legion of him going out in the dead of Mumbai’s night, sometimes in disguise, to escape the crowds — and here was I, prying into one of the few remaining spaces he could call his own, the space behind an armchair in a nondescript hotel room in Essex.
It is one thing to be facing Sir Richard Hadlee and Wasim Akram while puberty still has you in its embrace; it's even more remarkable to be comfortably fending off the next generation of fast bowlers, like Brett Lee, more than a decade-and-a-half later.
Nishi Narayanan is a staff writer at ESPNcricinfo