hint of movement. I blinked again. Nothing at all. The air was too
thick. I wanted to reach out with my hands, crush the air into little pieces, stuff them down my windpipe. I scratched a matchbox with a matchstick to light a fire on a gasoline soaked cloth. The cloth was stuck with a long bamboo made stick. Fire glowed red in the dark. Light! We could see each other.
We were flipping through a worn copy of a mysterious cave history. We followed a map and hurried through the tunnel to reach the cave. I was hired along with some army officers to solve the mystery of the cave. My eyes stung from the fumes of gasoline. As we were moving through the tunnel, the path became more narrow. One by one we moved against the wall of the tunnel. We left behind the fiery bamboo stick. We slid down and reached the other end of the tunnel. We snapped a tree branch and used it as a medium to reach the cave.
"It is not so bad now." One of the army officials said at the end point of the tunnel. Inevitably, the clean oxygen was not then grubby and stuffy. I looked around the cave. The dim light of moon entered there through lots of specks engraved on the round wall of it.
Long before, it was a part of a city. Long before the city was burned and destroyed. It became like a city of ghosts. We stopped near a door. We stepped in, turned our eyes on old sewing machines, one eyed barbie dolls, wooden furnitures, guitars with missing strings and old metal boxes.
"Fifteen years many people have been rying this but nobody ever entered into this cave." Our group leader said with pride.
we discovered some rusted meatal, shattered broken windows, balding tires. On the floor: some over turned magazine racks, broken jars and shards of glass were laid. Thus the whirlwind of gossips in our heads came to a halt when we discovered a past city.