Bhamer Dhule - History

History

In olden days it was a stone built town surrounded by a parapet wall. Today it is no more than a village strewn with ruins of the old buildings. The wall surrounding it has become loose and broken down at many places. On the west is a gate flanked by two round towers, almost in ruins, with two monolithic stone pillars about 2.743 metres (9.00 feet) high and four gate posts, one of them in its place and the others lying at some distance.


The old stone palace with two entrance gates and which served as a government office during Peshwa's time is almost tottering. On one of these gates is carved an animal like a heraldic lion, with a circular shield on the right. At either end is an archway and between the arches on each side of the roadway is a raised terrace between 1.524 and 1.628 metres (5.00 and 5.34 ft) high. On each terrace stand two pillars each of the height of about 3.66 metres (12.0 feet) and behind each pillar in the side wall is a pilaster, and in each end wall in a line with the pillars are other pilasters.

There is a hemadpanti or as it is locally known as Gavali Raj reservoir near this gateway. Not far from it, ruins of a mosque could be seen.

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