Nepal, Aug. 25 -- I am returning home on my bike, riding off road. Our country is not for riding bikes-dust, pollution, and mask, I hate all of them. At this moment my head is too heavy and I am emotionally suffocated. Why the hell I was not able to tell her, I guess it's time I should confess my feelings for Sara. Maybe I'm too cowardly. Then, suddenly I see a bus in front of me. Before a fraction of second of getting hit. I sense it. I feel it; "Death"!

Is this the way I wanted the end. Of course not! I'm feeling enormity of melancholy, piles of regrets and depth of torments.

I am seeing my whole life in front of me, and it's a life full of regrets. At this particular moment all that's in my head is Sara and my five-year-old daughter ...