An 80-year-old Alamda Bai sits outside a small cottage lined with buckets of water. Frail with silver hair, she sits on the cold floor, insisting that she must show respect. Her cottage is dingy without any windows set in the green fields in the far-off village of Bhimpura in Rajasthan라이브 바카라 Bhilwara district. Lined with buckets and vessels of a week라이브 바카라 water supply, her room has cups and vessels enough for her to eat her meals, but nothing to cook in. This바카라 웹사이트as she lives in isolation, because for 20 years now she has been called a “Dakan” or a witch. Alamda라이브 바카라 husband died 20-odd years ago because of a heart condition, her elder son passed away 3 years ago because of cancer and her other son died in a road accident almost 2 years ago.바카라 웹사이트 Bai has been held responsible for the deaths in her family by her own and strangers alike. “Main dakan nahi hoon” I am not a witch, screams Alamda as she breaks down, crying.