Godavari Kalakshetra name restored after four years
Following COVID-19, the Kakinada Municipal Council had passed a resolution to rename the cultural centre after YSRCP Kakinada city president Ragireddi Venkata Jayaram Kumar alias Frooti Kumar, who died of Covid-19 .
The ₹20 crore cultural centre was developed by the Kakinada Smart City Corporation under the Smart City Mission. The three-floor centre, includes a 1,200-seat theatre, art galleries, and venues for various cultural, academic and traditional performances.
Senior BJP leaders Y. Malakondiah and Duvvuri Subramanyam lauded the decision to restore the Godavari Kalakshetra, noting that the name shares an association with River Godavari.
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