istleThe small town of Dhanpur moved to the steady rhythm of routine. Mornings began with the ringing of the school bell, afternoons echoed with the calls of shopkeepers in the market, and evenings always ended with the sharp whistle of the railway guard. For the people of Dhanpur, that whistle was just another sound of daily life. But for Ramdeen, it was the voice of duty, responsibility, and quiet sacrifice.Ramdeen had served as a railway guard at the same station for thirty-five long years. Every day, he stood on the platform in his neatly pressed uniform, waving green flags to