By Saroo Brierley
Saroo Brierley (born 1981) is an Indian-born Australian businessman who, at age five, was once separated from his organic mom. He was once followed by means of an Australian couple, and 25 years later reunited along with his organic mom. His tale generated major foreign media cognizance, specifically in Australia and India.
An autobiographical account of his studies, far domestic, used to be released in 2013 in Australia, published the world over in 2014, and tailored into the 2016 movie Lion, starring Dev Patel as Saroo and Nicole Kidman as his adoptive mom, Sue Brierley.
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We had to; it was always there, like the dirt under our bare feet. The one thing I craved—other than a full stomach—was to attend school as the other kids did. Often, first thing in the morning, I would go and hang around by the gates of the local school as the uniformed children marched in. I would stare inside, wishing I could be a pupil there like them. But in India school isn’t free, and we couldn’t afford to go. It made me a bit shy, because it was obvious I had no education. I couldn’t read or write, and didn’t know many words—I spoke poorly and had trouble communicating.
I would beg for money, saying “Eka rupaya”—“one rupee”—or just stand behind someone until he either gave me something or chased me away. I found that if you tapped a person lightly on the side, you’d find out more quickly if they would give you something or not. But my brothers would only let me go as far as the station; I couldn’t go wandering off into the town, where I might get lost. So I’d hang around the platforms while they worked, then go back home with them. Some nights we played hide-and-seek in the cargo carriages that had been offloaded, which could have been very dangerous if a speeding train went by, as often we were running between tracks.
Her hands and face were tattooed, as was the custom, and most of the time she wore a red sari. I don’t remember much about my father, since I only saw him a few times. I do recall that he wore white from top to bottom, his face was square and broad, and his curly dark hair was sprinkled with gray. As well as my mother and my baby sister, Shekila, whose name was Muslim unlike ours, there were also my older brothers, Guddu and Kallu, whom I loved and looked up to. Guddu was tall and slim, with curly black hair down to his shoulders.
A Long Way Home by Saroo Brierley