After her husband’s death, her widow was drunk by feeding a bowl of cannabis and dhatura. When she went to the crematorium, sometimes she laughed, sometimes she cried and sometimes she wanted to sleep lay on the ground on the way and that was her go to Sati. After that, she sat on a funeral pyre and bamboo scraped. It was made and pressed because, perhaps the feminine woman could not bear the mechanism of cremation. By pouring too much resin and ghee on the funeral pyre, it was so much smoke that no one would be afraid of that system and drums, kartals and conch were played all over the world so that no one could hear her shout, cry, and humility. This was the only memory…… ” Sati tradition.
Salute to missionary William Carrey, Lord William Bentik and Raja Rammohan Rai who got rid of Sati practice
