Survey of a Halkaalu
Sundays are mostly boring in villages because of no work to do. Just like every Sunday, boredom was soon to hit my head. But as the clock struck ten o’clock my phone rang. It was my beloved teacher and supervisor of the survey team. By my fortune, he invited me to join the survey of a beautiful valley of halkaalu. Our journey began after tea. And we started traveling towards the west. As the car moved forward, lush green fields began to disappear from the sight and tall mountains were in front of us. We passed the green wheat crops to reach the spiky and spiny hills. But that was not our destination. The speed of our car began to slow down gradually as we were going upwards. After some time it started raining. We were in the middle of peaks. Valleys covered by thunders were looking awesome from the car. After the ride of half an hour, we reached a junction. From there the journey of a bed of roses turned into thorns. It was the road of rocks. We had to pass that jumpy,