Don't try to sell content like this. This is the situation, don't you be a little sensitive,' a young man scolded the 78-year-old Vasudev Joshi, who was lying on the floor, stuck to the wall, and surrounded by media persons with cameras and booms.

'We are also his own, we are trying to speak', a media person who was pointing the boom countered . And got up and walked. Along with him, other journalists also dispersed from that place .

In particular, as he said, Vasudev was not speaking. He was reeling from the pain of losing his son. Vasudev's relatives were taking care of him .

'He got married again for his son . The only son of old age . It is becoming difficult to understand since he is no longer there,' a relative who is a daughter-in-law told us .

time was around 10 in the morning . There was a thick crowd of people in the post-mortem department premises of the Trivi Teaching Hospital in Maharajgunj. The screams of women kept coming over the crowd's voices. From inside to outside, the funeral vehicles (ambulances, minitrucks) were decorated with floral wreaths, national flags and images of banners .

Those equipped vehicles were waiting for those who lost their lives in the Gen-G movement . At the same time, a coffin was taken out from inside. Vijay Chaudhary (25) of Lahan was sleeping peacefully inside the coffin forever. But Vijay's wife was restless. She was screaming and crying. Some women took him outside the gate. He sat on the bench and began to mumble. Some sprinkled water on his head. She looked unconscious.

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More than a dozen cameras were capturing her screams . She couldn't handle herself. Nevertheless, the relatives held the baby girl who was not alone without her mother in her arms. After reaching her mother's arms, her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter was furious.

'Don't agree with others . Mother is needed. But mother is having such a hard time . What did he? Do you know what is going on,' said a woman looking at her daughter playing in her mother's arms. That woman was the elder sister of Vijay's wife . He was struck by the thunder falling inside his sister . Peer was the same - now what will be the future of the sister?

Vijay used to work in wiring in Kathmandu. He kept his wife and daughter in Kathmandu. "Leaving them alone and never coming back," she said, wiping away tears.

We have seen this kind of sad scene many times in this place . A middle-aged woman was looking at the dead body taken out of the post-mortem room on Monday afternoon. She was the mother of the dead body sleeping inside the coffin. An employee there handed him a pen and paper. His hand, holding the pen to sign the paper, trembled for a long time. His face looked tired from crying. She was unable to speak . While listening to the cries of wives who were losing their husbands and mothers who were losing their young children, the words of poet Haribhakta Katuwal's poem kept ringing in his ears - No one gives birth to a child to die prematurely .

Tuesday was the last day to say goodbye to the rest of the bodies who fell in the movement from the hospital. On this day, the sky sometimes looked like it was raining . Sometimes it looked like it was trying to spread the warmth by sending rays of the sun . But the beating hearts were not cool .

The body of Rasik Khatiwada (22), who was shot on August 23, was found after 9 days. While getting up, mother Rachna's scream was heard, "My father, don't take me with you!" Coffin on top of the car. Rachna was crying on the coffin. With her cry, the car moved forward. 

One after another, the car decorated with dead bodies left Maharajgunj's courtyard taking the road towards Pashupati. First, the Nepal Police car, followed by the funeral procession. Also single hull motorbikes . While hoisting the national flag of Nepal, voices started echoing from around, 'May the dream of the martyr be fulfilled.'

common people walking on the road also bald  Stop . Seeing the dead body traveling with dignity, they rushed from the other side . Perhaps they had immense respect for those young people who sacrificed their lives for the change of the country . "Veer Shaheed Amar Rahoon," the slogan kept repeating throughout the road. Along with the slogan, the vehicle reached Pashupati through Sukedhara, Gaushala road. On the way, two ministers joined the procession. 

The rain stopped for a while in the rain-soaked Pashupati area . The sun started shining again from the sky. Everyone present was burnt by the heat of the sun. However, this heat could hardly touch those who lost their loved ones. They were burning in pain. The coffins of the children were placed on the edge of Aryaghat. A photograph of the martyr was placed on the coffin. Looking at the picture, everyone repeated again from their hearts - May the martyr's dream be fulfilled.

Looking at her brother, she kept repeating loudly-   ' Salute Jen-G . 'Didi, I am Jen-ji, who will do it for the country if we don't do it ?' You said, Sanu . You have left us my brother . Salute Jane-G . '

Newly appointed Energy Minister Kulman Ghising, Home Minister Omprakash Aryal also arrived to pay national respect to the bodies. A unit of Hull armed police stood to salute . Ministers paid tribute to the deceased by offering flowers. Saluting and hoisting the national flag. As soon as the ministers came around, the eyes of the families who lost their relatives started to get wet again .

After a few moments of silence, the national anthem was also sung. 6 out of 10 bodies were taken to the airport. Those bodies were being taken to their respective districts by airplane. The remaining four bodies were carried by the relatives and taken to the feet of Pashupati . We also went there .

The moment of parting is often painful. What will happen to the mothers who lose their beloved children when they don't want to? How about the baby ? How about the family? The heartbreaking scene here was telling. We were looking at Aryaghat from across. On the other side, the same calm and immovable lover was placed at the feet of Pashupati . Someone kicked Rasik's mother.

An unconscious mother got crushed while pouring water on her son's feet. My father, how can I live? My father Rasik,' the mother's cry spread more and more. The eyes of the malami sitting in the smoky Aryaghat were filled with tears. The tune of conch shells playing continuously, silent faces, wet eyes bid farewell to those who were killed in the movement. Gaurav Joshi was given water after the

. Old man Vasudev waved the national flag with trembling hands. As the father waved the flag, the crowd roared with pride-  Heroic Martyr….  Bale also raised his right hand and repeated the slogan. Father seemed proud of his son who sacrificed his life for change even though he was suffering a lot.

The moment Gaurav's sister was chanting slogans, she appeared to say her last goodbye to her brother . Didi was not able to stand. Many people had brought them there . When she saw her brother's body,  Ferin murcha pari  "May my brother be immortal, the murderer be punished," Pride for pride and government for  Expressing anger, didi raised slogans in a loud voice.

and became silent.

After looking calm for a while, she suddenly started crying covering her mouth with both hands. Someone started giving him water. Didi started to remember something trying to regain control. Looking at her brother, she kept repeating loudly-  'Salute Jen-G . 'Didi, I am Jen-ji, who will do it for the country if we don't do it ?' You said, Sanu . You have left us my brother . Salute Jane-G .' She remembered what her brother had told her the last time with strange passion. Didi's cry made people cry again.