What you say makes sense Vimal - thank you and feel free to respond when and if it feels true to you. There is a lot of wisdom and clarity in what you say, for me. And an unfolding of integrating flexibility. :)

I can almost picture you feverish and cold-ish and taking solace somewhere private - potentially. I remember myself in those moments with flue symptoms - but also in other moments, many many moments - when I personally feel like 'hiding', so as to fully listen to inner body wisdom. Today I came across a beautiful poem by David Whyte called HIDING and reminded me just that. Im sharing a small part that I really really resonate with:

Hiding is an act of freedom from the misunderstanding of others, especially in the enclosing world of oppressive secret government and private entities, attempting to name us, to anticipate us, to leave us with no place to hide and grow in ways unmanaged by a creeping necessity for absolute naming, absolute tracking and absolute control. Hiding is a bid for independence, from others, from mistaken ideas we have about our selves, from an oppressive and mistaken wish to keep us completely safe, completely ministered to, and therefore completely managed. Hiding is creative, necessary and beautifully subversive of outside interference and control. Hiding leaves life to itself, to become more of itself. Hiding is the radical independence necessary for our emergence into the light of a proper human future.

And David Whyte's comment on a photo he took accompanying the poem:

I found this fugitive little row boat hiding under branches, as if waiting for me to leap in and row it away, on the river Cong in County Mayo by the ruins of the old monastery that clings to its banks. It seemed to me to represent that deeply felt human need to creatively and subversively disappear; to turn away from the over lighted human world and not be found so that we can actually catch up with our selves and reappear in the world again more as we intuit we can be, possibly re-imagined, reinvigorated, regrown and rested; un-confined by the names we have accrued in the overly managed, human social worlds we are often forced to inhabit. DW

Sending love and re-emerging vibes your way Vimal, travel soft and strong