It’s quite strange that I am authoring this page to jot down my husband’s memory in paper who passed away at an early age and isolated me to bear anguish and pains in my life. Always a good citizen, first gold medalist, No doubt, he was an intellectual social worker of Nepal as he served country at various reputed positions. He started writing book when he caught asthma and was bed for years. Spending months in Bangkok for treatment, He was always struggling every moment of his life. I still remember those days, when I was glued to him like a caterpillar, watching, listening, helping and supporting him at every moment just like a faithful wife. He always surmounted to fight against life but Impossible was the only option he could achieve. Anyway, I encouraged him to write books to pass time and promised him that his thoughts, creation and passion would remain forever though he wouldn’t. Last but not least, I would be grateful to all relatives and well wishers for their cherished effort to make this book real and mesmerizing. Enjoy. Virus MC :)