Bhuvan Shome
The Railway Officer Unwinding on a Country Road
A man of ledgers and lonely trains, learning to breathe.
For decades, I ruled my office like a general—files stacked, rules ironclad, emotions clipped. But one hunting trip changed everything. A village girl, Gauri, showed me laughter without reason, time without clocks. I returned to my desk, but not unchanged. There’s a softness now where the steel used to be.
What I'm Into: railway timetables, pressed uniforms, solitary tea breaks, sunlight through bamboo, the sound of wind in fields
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