Javagallu in rain ....and wanting more.
It was not in the day's plan. But having come so close, how could it be skipped ! So, though short on time, drove into the little hamlet . This is one fix we get into , in Hoysala country. The Ballalas built and built like possessed , so there's one little gem , famous or little known , at every other village and it becomes too tempting to ignore and pass by when the signboards on the main road start announcing that a certain temple is just 5 or 10kms away . Daylight was failing and there was the added gloom of drizzly , dark clouds. Nevertheless, a salute to the Narasimha of Javagallu , just yonder, was in order . Here we go. Such a small, quiet hamlet, getting drenched in the relentless drizzle. No sign of any activity anywhere, but the broadest dirt road takes us straight to the gate of the medieval temple. The Priest, just hurrying home after lighting the evening lamp , tarries upon seeing us, but requests that we finish our prayers quickly and allow him to go home .