The story starts with an inveterate named Kesh Chandra who lived in Itumbaha, a sacred courtyard in central Kathmandu.
[5] Deeply hurt, Kesh Chandra gathered up the food in a handkerchief and walked a long distance to the woods outside the city.
Feeling hungry, he unwrapped the rice, and found that it had turned bad and there were maggots all over.
They promised to provide him an annual feast of boiled rice and buffalo meat if he agreed to live on the field of Tinkhya (Tundikhel).
[6] To this day, the people of the locality prepare a feast on the night of Holi for Gurumapa and leave it on the field which is now a parade ground.