Beneath that scorching land of Andhra, the silence in the mines of Golconda was broken only by the sound of shovels. Thousands of laborers, drenched in sweat, were making futile attempts to find something by tearing open the chest of the earth. Among them was 'Rama', whose generations had mingled into this very soil while digging it. On that day, there was a strange heaviness in the air, as if nature was about to unfold a massive secret.Rama's shovel struck a surface so hard that its sound was not like a stone at all. Stooping down with his trembling hands,