The Cave

It is dark. It is deep. The deeper you go in it, the further away you are from the entrance. You keep walking till it starts looking like just a tiny speck of light.

It is lonely in here. But not too bad. I've carried my music with me. Mark is good when you are out in the sunshine. Here in the darkness, Floyd somehow seems more appropriate.

But it is a cave. Not a tunnel. Which means however deep it goes, you have to retrace to come out. There's no other exit but the one from where you entered. But when you come out, it is at the same place. You can't change that.

Maybe not. But given enough time, things change even at the same place. So probably some time in the cave is needed for some change in life.

Being in the cave is refreshing in a strange way. It helps you get some much needed objectivity back in life. Some pictures to be straightened. Some typos to be corrected. And some cobwebs to be swept.

There could be some rescue teams sent to fish me out. But I will be hiding in the dark. Don't bother. I'm relishing the peace after the mad cacophony of the world outside.