There are places you visit, and then there are places that visit you, long after you’ve left. They linger in your mind like a faint fragrance or a half-remembered song. For me, and for countless others who have read Arun Kolatkar’s seminal work, Jejuri is one such place.
There's a place in Maharashtra where the air itself seems to shimmer with gold. It's not from the sun alone, but from the faith of millions, scattered like a divine blessing in the form of golden turmeric. This is Jejuri, the abode of Lord Khandoba. Stepping
Have you ever felt a place before you’ve even seen it? That’s Jejuri for you. It’s not just a dot on the map of Maharashtra; it's a feeling that starts with a whisper of devotion and bursts into a cloud of golden turmeric. Imagine standing
Have you ever felt a place calling out to your soul? A place where the very air you breathe seems filled with stories, and the ground beneath your feet vibrates with centuries of faith? For me, and for countless others, that place is Jejuri. Perched on a hill in Maharashtra,
Have you ever seen a sky turned golden, not by the sun, but by pure, unadulterated faith? I’m talking about an air so thick with devotion and turmeric that you can taste it, feel it, and carry it with you long after you’ve left. This is the magic
