Loosing voice

​​The train stopped suddenly.
I heard a loud wail.
In an old female voice.
Is it a brawl?
An old woman blasting someone?
But that wail continued.
Some of my fellow commuters moved away from the window.
A few moved closer.
Why this sudden change of ambience?
I wondered.
I moved towards the window.
Right down there…
A girl is struggling…
Silently.
As if she has lost voice
Probably she is a girl with hearing impairment.
Her body was motionless.
But her face was moving.
I felt hairs stand straight
In a crowd helpless
With a little girl silently struggling for life
With an old lady still wailing
In a gap of a few inches
Between the shanty and the train apartment
I moved back
To see teary eyes
That knew no gender difference