on the station

He stood besides the moving train, motionless, not looking at her. he could hear the sound of metal screeching against metal. louder and louder till it shot through his ears like a solid beam. inside his head, he could feel the dull hum of silence.. like something between his ears and eyes had been snapped. his eyes stared at the small puddle before him . the oil film broke into rainbow colours in the evening rays, the mud tried to swallow it. he walked on, a solitary man amidst a crowd of pushing men, irritated women and wailing children. he came home when darkness was falling and wanted to sleep. his head felt light on his cool pillow. it was a quiet sleep, free of the noise of dreams.