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“Saroo’s character is incredibly torn, because he’s got this wonderfully loving family in Australia that he is completely thankful for and is at home with. But he’s also riddled with guilt that he’s living this privileged life when his family in India could be out there on a truck still searching for him. At its core, it’s a story about the love between a mother and son, and how that can transcend continents. I’m a real mommy’s boy, so I wanted to make it not only for myself, but for my mom. And I think it’s rare to find a film that will bring a lot of joy to the world, like this one will. The script was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read.”
location : tonks family home . date : august 8th, 1985 . @drumeda
he is always eager to get home to her. but today, he is undoubtedly more eager than usual. news of the break out has captivated the public, sent them into a frenzy. he has watched fear tighten it's vice like grip on the world around him, felt suffocated in a sense. drained. he has watched it unfold from behind tired eyes, his body bogged down by some unseen weight. he wants to be a part of that frenzy. it would feel right --- and yet, his mind is focused intently elsewhere. with each call he attends, each person he comes across, he can’t shake the fixation on returning home.
it is half past seven, and twelve and half hours after the prophet article by the time he gets the chance. he apparates just outside of their flat, as usual. keys meet lock, door swings open. he takes two steps to hang his jacket before shutting it behind him, sealing it with the protective charms he has gotten so into the habit of using. it’s quiet, and curiosity gets the better of him as he calls out.
tone curious, wanting for relief. ❛ ----- dro ? ❜