“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; is grasped the cigarette in one hand, and his other hand 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 close and close with whistling, 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 from the train, a little hustle begins. Some hawkers enter the platform and sell their goods by shouting. Porters take gear from the travelers and keep them separate from the platform.

A man who is sat at a corner takes interests encompassing, the first time. He stares at every passenger who comes out from 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, like he tries 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 his 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 out from the station. He puts out his cell phone from his pocket and attempts to go across the road, a speedy van hit him haphazardly.

Two men who were discussing him in the station, get out of the station, the crazy man is lying on the ground with wounded. People gathered around him; his cell phone is 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”.