For a variety of reasons, including his youth and his general distrust of adults, Saroo also never learned why these people helped him in the first place (though he does wonder if the old man was Hindu and therefore, would later be rewarded via the laws of Karma). He also never learned the names of either person, or of any of the people who consciously or unconsciously helped him survive, such as the religious men Saroo slept near or the kind mother who fed and housed Saroo for a night. In his adult narration, Saroo's greatest regret is that he never thanked either the old man or the teenager. Later, a teenager takes Saroo in and after a few days, he turns Saroo over to the police-an act that Saroo credits with saving his life, as it led him eventually to the ISSA adoption agency and his life in Australia.
The first of these is the mysterious older homeless man who saves Saroo twice from drowning in the Hooghly River. He overwhelmingly asserts that he and other fortunate people have a responsibility to help others who are less fortunate, just as other people once helped him.Īmidst the horrors of the dangerous Calcutta streets, Saroo comes across several people who help him for seemingly no reason other than simply being kind. Because of these kind people who made his survival and later successes possible, Saroo positions his memoir as a meditation on the positive effects of small and large kindnesses.
At its heart, Saroo's memoir is a story of kindness-his narration lingers on people who were kind to him as a child in Khandwa, while roaming the streets of Calcutta, and then his adoptive parents in Australia.
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