I may boast of having a wild imagination that can spin tales of colorful fables, outlandish Neverlands and completely unrealistic tropical islands where milk and honey actually flow. But all my daydreams combined can never compete with my 'perfect destination'.
The Kolar Gold Fields.
With a name like that you'd think I'm dreaming again. But I'm not. In KGF, there lies a comfortable track of land that has been in the family for generations. For a long time, it was left undeveloped, until recently, where a third of the land is devoted to farming. Wheat and ragi are grown in seasons. The monsoon showers are the land's blessings from above. Each droplet burrows into the rich soil, creating a network of tiny streams as their intensity increases. After the timely shower, the entire land is blanketed in a rich and fresh aroma, similar to that of Lily of the Valley. The tilled soil, the monsoon rains, the fresh air....they are just a third of what this 'perfect destination' really is.
As time flows, green shoots appear and pretty soon they grow into rich and vibrant stalks. Seasons change and the emerald spray transforms into dazzling amber that glows under the noonday shine. The stalks are heavy with grain and the harvest begins. All pitch in to help. The reaping, the separating from the chaff, the drying and the pounding, while we all sing about the splendor of God's workmanship in His creation.
The rest of the land is left in its state of natural beauty. The lake, smooth and clear as glass, provides accommodations for animals ranging from the tiniest crustaceans to the most regal water fowls. The branches of the willows sway in the gentle breeze along the edges of the lake. You can hear the winds create a soothing symphony as they rustle among the leaves. Dragonflies race among the reeds, their wings glistening of brilliant green and blue.
Beyond the lake stand little hills of rock, moss, fern and a variety of cacti. If you look hard enough you can spot colorful geckos among the rocks and tiny beetles and snails burrowing in the soil. It is best to climb this hills at dawn where you can relish and appreciate the beautiful sunrise, the gradual warmth on your cheeks after a cool slumber. On these hills you can survey vast stretches of land where endless groves of mango orchards stand, the country road winding between fruited plains and amber waves of grain.
Behind theses hills are old abandoned quarries that were once used in extracting gold. Yes gold. Hence the name Kolar Gold Fields. It's pretty exciting to walk among the old ruins and rubble, thinking of bygone days when mining was the main income for the whole area. Although the quarries are now desolate of gold, life continues to thrive among the rubble.
Its amazing how, through the passage of time, the land transforms to suit the occupier. This is my little piece of heaven.
The Kolar Gold Fields.
With a name like that you'd think I'm dreaming again. But I'm not. In KGF, there lies a comfortable track of land that has been in the family for generations. For a long time, it was left undeveloped, until recently, where a third of the land is devoted to farming. Wheat and ragi are grown in seasons. The monsoon showers are the land's blessings from above. Each droplet burrows into the rich soil, creating a network of tiny streams as their intensity increases. After the timely shower, the entire land is blanketed in a rich and fresh aroma, similar to that of Lily of the Valley. The tilled soil, the monsoon rains, the fresh air....they are just a third of what this 'perfect destination' really is.
As time flows, green shoots appear and pretty soon they grow into rich and vibrant stalks. Seasons change and the emerald spray transforms into dazzling amber that glows under the noonday shine. The stalks are heavy with grain and the harvest begins. All pitch in to help. The reaping, the separating from the chaff, the drying and the pounding, while we all sing about the splendor of God's workmanship in His creation.
The rest of the land is left in its state of natural beauty. The lake, smooth and clear as glass, provides accommodations for animals ranging from the tiniest crustaceans to the most regal water fowls. The branches of the willows sway in the gentle breeze along the edges of the lake. You can hear the winds create a soothing symphony as they rustle among the leaves. Dragonflies race among the reeds, their wings glistening of brilliant green and blue.
Beyond the lake stand little hills of rock, moss, fern and a variety of cacti. If you look hard enough you can spot colorful geckos among the rocks and tiny beetles and snails burrowing in the soil. It is best to climb this hills at dawn where you can relish and appreciate the beautiful sunrise, the gradual warmth on your cheeks after a cool slumber. On these hills you can survey vast stretches of land where endless groves of mango orchards stand, the country road winding between fruited plains and amber waves of grain.
Behind theses hills are old abandoned quarries that were once used in extracting gold. Yes gold. Hence the name Kolar Gold Fields. It's pretty exciting to walk among the old ruins and rubble, thinking of bygone days when mining was the main income for the whole area. Although the quarries are now desolate of gold, life continues to thrive among the rubble.
Its amazing how, through the passage of time, the land transforms to suit the occupier. This is my little piece of heaven.
