| A warm welcome to another newcomer, Gouri Prakash, with her last-minute entry to this year's Travel Highlights Competition. Will her entry be the last? Gouri Prakash Gouri seizes every opportunity there is, to travel in order to discover and re-discover the world that we live in and to write about it. |  |
Underground
A baby lizard, slithering across the damp wall, froze in its tracks, as I shone my torch over it. The bat, however, decided to continue its meditation. 200 feet beneath the Earth’s surface, I was inside the murky realms of Onandaga Caves.
Reddish-brown stalactites, clung like unlit chandeliers, to the cave’s ceiling. One hollow after another, a hut here, a hermit there, Nature’s sculptures abounded and embellished. Constant drizzle suffused the musty air.
The door was the deformity. I pushed at it. Sunlight streamed. I stepped out. It felt, nothing short, of a rebirth, from the Earth’s womb.
A baby lizard, slithering across the damp wall, froze in its tracks, as I shone my torch over it. The bat, however, decided to continue its meditation. 200 feet beneath the Earth’s surface, I was inside the murky realms of Onandaga Caves.
Reddish-brown stalactites, clung like unlit chandeliers, to the cave’s ceiling. One hollow after another, a hut here, a hermit there, Nature’s sculptures abounded and embellished. Constant drizzle suffused the musty air.
The door was the deformity. I pushed at it. Sunlight streamed. I stepped out. It felt, nothing short, of a rebirth, from the Earth’s womb.
