Fanaticism hits me hard when I choose to explore heritage buildings that speak of many untold stories through the corners of its ruins.
I am a history buff; no wonder, historical stories, and archaeology play my cards safe when I am seeking for offbeat travel.
Probably, this happens because they help me time-travel. I actually find it amusing how a certain place takes me back to an era when I was neither born nor had I read about them in my school textbooks.
It's strange how history seemed to be a boring subject when taught within the limitations of four walls of a classroom but had an entirely flipped side when I could witness history so closely and practically.
Read it for yourself!
As I drive past the thatched huts and clean but average roads lined by eucalyptus trees and guarded by paddy fields on both the ends I can spot a beautifully structured colonial house constructed in a unique combination of European and Indian architecture amidst the shallow waters of a mini lake.
Past the explicit beauty of the colonial house, I also see how faded it has grown to be over the years. The house speaks of mysteries and ghost stories, a sheer kind of a loneliness lingers by the tiny pathways within the house premises. The walls have now overgrown bushes and a flock of birds rests on the edges of the terrace facades. The stairs that descend down the lake are somewhat broken and the green waters look dirty and pale.
According to the historical facts, the Jolhori served as an outhouse to the rajas of the Narajole Rajbari which dates back to the 18th century.