This book is dedicated to Mamata who Bobby shared 39 blissful years of marriage with, his one true love, his Lotus. Mamata (Baby as she wanted to be called) had come into my life as an innocent bud. She bloomed beyond all expectations and made my life a pleasure. She was all anybody would want in their life because her commitment had no compromises. Baby was someone that gave her all as a wife, a friend and a true loyal being and expected nothing in return a very rare being who I had the pleasure of spending my life with. Like the Lotus, she was a total contrast to her humble beginnings from very sad and dark struggles of survival of her lifes journey.