An extreme example of dedication and goal.

The larger than life story of Dashrath Manjhi, Teaches you the ultimate truth of life.

Have you heard something unimaginable, something which was not possible with your bare hands but someone doing it out of love and dedication for the cause?

We all have heard and watched stories of superheroes with unlimited ability to do something extraordinary we all wish we had those kinds of powers to do something extraordinary.

Here is another story of one of the greatest superhero without power you will read today.

He was often called Mountain Main he made ways throughout the mountain with is bare hands just with two simple Indian tools. The story goes way back in the 1950s when he married his beloved Phagunia, they were living happily with whatever they had, It was time for summer when it used to get hard out there in the village because of dryness and no farming no food.

They already had two kids, one girl, and one boy, Phagunia was pregnant again with having no medical facilities in the villages Phagunia's condition went critical and Dashrath was worried and wanted a soon medical treatment for her but the another road was too far to walk and the mountain was too high to climb.

After finding no other ways Dashrath decided to take the route of the mountain it was one his worst nightmare it rained and Phagunia and Dashrath did fall down from the mountain in that worst night, Dashrath lost his love of life.

In memory of the love of his life and reason, he lost her, Dashrath took the tools in hand, started living on the mountains breaking it, bit by bit stone by stone for 22 years while doing some wage work to feed himself and his two kids.

Dashrath marched from Bihar to Delhi on feet in order to meet Indra Gandhi in order to get help to make the route throughout the mountain but as we all know the politics blunder how and what happens, he found no help but himself and he continued to break the mountain piece by piece, stone by stone day and night, in the rain, in winter making the route, the road for the memory of his love.

No one believed in him, Some called him Crazy Saint of the Mountains, actually he was a saint of mountains living his life with the only one goal to break the mountain and make the route.

Finally one fine day he reached the end of breaking every stone of the mountain and villagers joined him and the road was made, history was made.