Kolhapur: A goddess, a namesake, and a city
Last weekend, MK and I took a whirlwind trip to Kolhapur and back—this historic city seems to grow on us every year. There’s not much to say about it except for the fact that we went, we prayed, we saw, we ate, and we slept. And how.
Kewra, Flower market, Mahalaxmi
Opal restaurant’s famous taambda rassa (hot red curry), paandhra rassa (spiced, fragrant, white curry), chicken masala, and lamb with jwarichi bhakri (peasant style pearl millet bread); Kolhapur. Sin
Not really bhel: with red chili powder, a green chili, and myriad “farsaan,” a concoction of pure excitement; Rankala Lake, Kolhapur.
Sigh. Why did it get over so soon?