I woke up early in the morning. The train was on the move. I rubbed my eyes and could figure out that it was a goods train that was passing by. It advanced with a dark tone, burying a deep secret in the heart of the earth with each foot. I have always been afraid of its dusty, pale red vibes. My skin hair stood straight as if they were trying to run away. Slowly moving to the unexplored horizons, the train faded away. Cross marked and gone.
I yawned and inhaled the frisking air of the morning. It was still a little dark. I looked around. Over crowded platforms, wandering people, coach loaded trains waiting for green, rusting roofs, the spire of the church far away.
In the second platform of this far-famed North station, under the lengthy railway track, lays our ‘mighty mice kingdom’. I was born here on a drizzling November night. Since then, the howling trains lulled me to sleep and woke me up early in the morning. The mound of waste, the uneven black stones, the man in white waving the flags, people rumbling for their destinies, the roaring trains, the frequent announcements. All these have been close to my heart since I was born.
My head shook from memories as another train was passing by. I peeped out of the hole. People were running here and there. Some looked at me with an awful expression. Haven’t they ever seen a mouse?
Again the tiny buds of air around me vibrated, and I ran back to the hole. Dodger Express was passing by. The train made mocking sounds at me. “Loser”…. “Loser”…. A stone toppled and fell on my head. I hated myself, hated everything. I fell asleep to escape from this world of embarrassments.
It was 1o’ clock in the afternoon…Beads of sweat fell on my eyes and I woke up. Under the furious, Sun my knackered leg paced forward. I went to the distant part of the station where thorny plants waved in hot wind. My eyes were failing and I was about to faint, or should I say, about to die. My eyes were closing slowly and at the last moment my eyelids pointed
Then, started the vibration of the air and I ran to the nearby hole. I peeped, and the man was still standing there. Many yards away, a delicate line of red light split the evening shades and grew brighter in each foot. The Park-Miller Superfast Train was approaching. The man raised his leg and stepped onto the track. ‘Thud…’ My eyes are tightly closed, and h
I kept my head on his shoulder and wept. Three policemen came. I heard them repeatedly spluttering the word ‘burden.’ I cried out loud looking at his scattered face. His heart was still beating. Suddenly one of the policemen threw a stone on me. The pain pierced through my body. I dragged my leg and tried to get away. I looked back and could see his soul crying in despair. He was looking at everyone who was taking the snaps, with painful eyes. He committed suicide to escape from the sadness of life, and his death made him sadder. Everyone was celebrating it.
The air around me vibrated. A goods train was coming slowly. I was not afraid of it anymore. I got on top of it and took a last glance of my mother land or should I say the insensitive land. The soul of the man was still crying there out loud. The goods train took me and tried to escape from the sight. Cross marked and gone…!