Every morning, for 22 long years, a frail, diminutive man, barefoot and clad in a loin cloth, would trudge two kilometres to a hillock of solid rock and chip away at it with a hammer and chisel. Bemused onlookers thought he had lost his mind, and he was an object of great fun for village urchins. But the women of the village, young and old, admired him, for his was a labour of love.
Dasrath Manjhi was trying to clear this mountain so a road could be built leading to the nearby village with a hospital. His wife had died because he couldn’t get her to the hospital in time. This was a memorial to his wife.
Read the story from Outlook India: here
Arun Shanbhag 
Thank you Latha for going through the older posts. A very inspiring story – I wish he had lived to see the hospital built.
btw, Sanatana Dharma and Spiritual are kind of grab-bag. You may enjoy my 22 episode (ha ha!) Kailash Manasarovar Travelogue starting here
You have a lovely blog! This story is fantastic! There was a movie in tamil based on this theme.I will go through your sanatana dharma and spiritual section leisurely, a little bit every day!
Waiting for your book.
Thank you Kanchana:
The header pic is from your neck of the woods. Its taken on Mont Royal in Montreal. (Follow “Montreal” Tag in Sidebar).
🙂
Thanks for the nice note Arun! Love your header picture, and this is a nice story.
Kanchana