The sky is the colour of wet concrete when I reach the Tendulkar mansion in Bandra. A few minutes later, Sara Tendulkar walks in wearing an orange dress that cuts through the grey outside. There was a brief period when the mighty Tendulkar name she held privately didn’t connect in her mind to the weight it carried publicly. One morning, after classmates announced Sachin Tendulkar’s latest century, Sara raised her hand and said, “My father has the same name.” At home, her parents, Sachin and Anjali, made sure both Sara and her younger brother Arjun understood that the family name carried a certain responsibility.