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About The Name

"A Canadian American Tourist, Mr. Mark, was staying at my place named Mahankal Lodge. He was a computer programmer as well as a designer of speed mountain bikes. He had a son named Abhimanue, he used to tell me. It was the 24th December 1981.

At about 2 o'clock in the afternoon he went to Katmandu to join Christmas Eve. Soon after he walked down from the Mahankal hill, I saw a mountain dog- completely black- sliding down from the next hill, and crawling to the water spring.It was surprising. Never seen, never known before, because the dog was busy repeating the same method over and over again. My staff and I were staring at the dog's play. Suddenly, some unseen unknown force kicked me from the back. I fell down from my garden to the terrace below. At last, after three kicks, I could stand up. I looked around, but didn't see anything, not even the dog. I walked back up to the garden but felt shocked.

So I went down to my home in Bhaktapur. That same night one of our lodge cottages caught fire and burned down to the ground.

The 25th of December, Mark and I returned to Nagarkot, with cops, to prepare the police report of the loss. Mark felt very sorry about the loss of my cottage. He took some pictures of the burnt cottage together with the great Himalayas in the background. Before he said goodbye, he handed me a slip of paper, and continued walking down the hill. I opened the slip and it said: