One year.

It’s been one entire year since Saroo began his search for home, and it’s consumed him. You know he’s determined, that he’s made progress, but it’s no secret how much of a toll it’s taken.

He’s quit his job, claims that it’s so he has “more time to search”. It worries you how little he cares for himself. He stays up all night, hunched over his laptop, searching every kilometre of railway in India. He sleeps on the couch most nights.

You can’t let it happen again tonight.