The Crazy Man

 

The fog is creeping silently. Autumn leaves are falling. Cool wind is penetrating bones. Smoke is springing up from the tea stall. A few men were sitting there and taking tea, a couple of them caught up with newspapers.

Another smoke is popping up on the other hand, but he is a man who is smoking. He sits away in a corner. He has worn a long dark jacket; he is grasping a cigarette in one hand, and his other hand is in his pocket. He is lost in his thoughts. He isn't keen on the surroundings.

The curtain of silence has covered the whole area. Just a wind is whispering. The whistle is whistled far away, the curtain blows out a bit. The train is drawing closer and closer with whistling, and a curtain of silence bursts completely.

The train stops at a platform. People who sat at the tea-stall lean towards the train. Some come out of the train, and a little hustle begins. Some hawkers enter the platform and sell their goods by shouting. Porters take the travelers ' gear and keep it separate from the platform.

A man who is sitting in a corner takes an interest encompassing, the first time. He stares at every passenger who comes out of the train.

Now he stands up, drops the bit of cigarette, and moves towards the train. He enters up the train and gazes at each person one by one. After that, he enters another compartment, takes a gander at everyone, as if he were trying to find someone.

Thus, he does the same in the other compartments; sadness appears more on his face. The train gives the signal to start its journey. He descends and has to walk.

Someone who is sitting at the tea stall says to his friend,

“He is a crazy man, every day he comes here at the same time and does the same things”.

The crazy man listens to them yet doesn't see around and leaves the station. He pulls out his cell phone from his pocket and attempts to go across the road, when a speedy van hits him haphazardly.

Two men who were discussing him in the station get out of the station. The crazy man is lying on the ground, wounded. People gathered around him; his cell phone was lying near him. One of them picks up his phone.

“He has passed on”. Someone informs.

The other man opens his mobile, an audio message already displaying on the screen,

A girl is saying;

“I’ll never come back”.