рдЦुрд╕ीрдХो рдЦрдмрд░ ! рдЦुрд╕ीрдХो рдЦрдмрд░ !! рдЦुрд╕ीрдХो рдЦрдмрд░ !!!

рдЦुрд╕ीрдХो рдЦрдмрд░ ! рдЦुрд╕ीрдХो рдЦрдмрд░ !! рдЦुрд╕ीрдХो рдЦрдмрд░ !!! 

рди рдд рдЕрдм рд░ाрдЬाрдкुрд░ рдиै рдЬाрдиुрдкрд░्рдиे

рдЕрдм рди рдд рд▓ाрд░्рдЗрди рдиै рд▓ाрдЧ्рдиु рдкрд░्рдиे
рд╕рдордпрдоै рд╡िрдж्рдпुрдд рдорд╣рд╕ुрд▓ рдмुрдЭाрдИ рд╡िрдж्рдпुрдд рдХाрдЯिрдирдмाрдЯ рдвुрдХ्рдХ рдмрдиौं ।
рд╡िрдж्рдпुрдд рдорд╣рд╕ुрд▓ рдмुрдЭाрдЙрдиे рд╕्рдеाрди рди्рдпु рд╕рдо्рдЭрдиा рдХрдо्рдк्рдпुрдЯрд░ рдИрди्рд╕िрдЪ्рдпुрдЯ
рдЧेрд░ुрд╡ा рдЧाँрдЙрдкाрд▓िрдХा–рем, рдк्рд░рд╕ेрдиीрдкुрд░ рдмрдЬाрд░, рдмрд░्рджिрдпा

рейрел рдЬрдиाрд▓ाрдЗ рд╕िрдд्рддैрдоा рдХрдо्рдк्рдпुрдЯрд░ рддाрд▓िрдо ।



рдЫिрдЯाे рдЧрд░्рдиुрд╣ाेрд╕ рдпрд╕्рддाे рдоाैрдХा рдмाрд░рдо्рдмाрд░ рдЕाрдЙँрджैрди । рдоाрдд्рд░ рейрел рдХाेрдЯा  рд╕िрдд्рддैрдоा рдХрдо्рдк्рдпुрдЯрд░ рддाрд▓िрдо ।
рдоाрдеि рдЙрд▓्рд▓ेрдЦिрдд рд╕ुрдЪрдиा рдмрдоाेрдЬिрдо рдХрдо्рдк्рдпुрдЯрд░ рддाрд▓िрдо рд▓िрди рдЪाрд╣рдиुрд╣ुрди्рдЫ рднрдиे рдХृрдкрдпा рдХाेрдЯा рдкुрд░ा рд╣ुрдиुрднрди्рддुрджा рдЕрдЧाрд╡ै рддुрд░ुрди्рдд рднрд░्рдиा рдлाрд░рдо рднрд░ि рднрд░्рдиा рд╣ुрдиुрд╣ाेрд╕ । рднрд░्рдиा рдлाрд░рдо рдХाрд░्рдпाрд▓рдп рдЕाрдЙрди рдирд╕рдХे рдкрдиि рдЕрдирд▓ाрдЗрди рдбाрдЙрдирд▓ाेрдб рдЧрд░ी рд╡ा рдЕрдирд▓ाрдЗृрди рдиै рднрд░्рди рд╕рдХिрди्рдЫ । 

рднрд░्рдиा рдлाрд░рдо рдирдоुрдиा рдпрд╕ рдк्рд░рдХाрд░ рдЫ ।





рднрд░्рдиा рдлाрд░рдо рдбाрдЙрдирд▓ाेрдб рдЧрд░्рдиुрд╣ाेрд╕् ।

рдХрдо्рдк्рдпुрдЯрд░ рддाрд▓िрдо рднрд░्рдиा рдлाрд░рдо

рд╕ुрдкрде рдоुрд▓्рдпрдоा рдиिрдо्рдирд▓िрдЦिрдд рд╕ाрдоाрдирд╣рд░ु рдмिрдХ्рд░िрдоा ।

рддрдкाрдЗँрд╣рд░ुрдХै рдорди рдЬिрдд्рди рд╕рдлрд▓ рдпрд╕ рд╕рдо्рдЭрдиा рдХрдо्рдк्рдпुрдЯрд░ рдЗрди्рд╕िрдЪ्рдпुрдЯрдоा рд╕ुрдкрде рдоुрд▓्рдпрдоा рддрд▓ рдЙрд▓्рд▓ेрдЦ рдЧрд░िрдПрдХा рдХрдо्рдк्рдпुрдЯрд░ рдкाрд░्рдЯрд╣рд░ु  рдмिрдХ्рд░िрдоा рд░рд╣ेрдХाे рдЬाрдирдХाрд░ी рдЧрд░ाрдЙрди рдЪाрд╣рди्рдЫाैँ ।
рдЗрдЪ्рдЫुрдХ рдорд╣ाрдиुрднाрд╡рд▓े рдХृрдкрдпा рд╕рдо्рдкрд░्рдХ рдЧрд░्рдиुрд╣ाेрд▓ा ।


Everything About Gadimai Mela.

By now the little girl is back in the cafe, feeding and stroking the bird.
When the Gadhimi Festicval drew close, Raghu decided that instead of speaking  out against the sacrifices from the comfort of his hom, he would go to the venue. Raghu arrived on November 27, carrying three banners.
The first day wa intense. I hadn't  anticipatd such aggression. People lashed out on me immedicatly after I rolled out my banners. One of them got stolen and I was force to withdraw. I watched helplessly as animals puured in. Many were terribly dehydrated and malnourishe. Some collapsed form exhaustinon anod people still kept beating them. At times. I placed myselt between the people and th anumal.s It was an act of despair."
Raghu left feeling helpless, and at night tried to think of a prayer for the animal waiting to be killed. " I came uip with a short  one: 'MaY YOU die without pain; may you be free'." On the second day, the campaigner positioned himself in fornt of the main entrance to the buffalo enclosure. People began to show an interest.
One aggressive man stepped in: "This mand is s Pahari, and he's interfering with out Madheshi culture. He has no right to be here." The coruwd seemed to agree. "After we get done with the buffaloes, the Dalits will take away their bodies. Unfortunately, my friend, there'll be no one to take care of yours, " the mand threatened. Raghu got disheartened and decided to take a break. Near the bufalos enclosure, he noticed people keeping beadless birds in small cages. he leant that although people set pigeons free at the main temple, they are sactificed in thousands elsewhere.
The young campaigner noticed a couple of boys crrying live pigeons.
 "Woulod you mind selling them to me?" he asked.

" No wa," the boys said, " We cannot. It's againt our tradition." Raghu them noticed a young, whit birt on the rood of a small thmple. A boy had his eyes fixed on it. As soon as tehe bird moved, he caught it bys its tail. Raghu decided to give it one more try.