At dusk in Bauphal, a lone cattleman leads his buffaloes home along a shallow canal, the water glinting with the last light. Two calves stumble beside their elders, learning the rhythm of return. Boats rest quietly on the muddy banks, and distant voices fade into the evening hush. The man’s stick taps the water like a metronome of survival—each step a memory, each ripple a whisper of rural life heading home.