Calcutta.

Which part?

I'm adopted. I'm not really...Indian.

I'm starting to remember.

Saroo...

Our beautiful boy.

We're very proud of you, son.

A life I'd forgotten...

Saroo!

You okay?

I had another family.

A mother.

A brother.

I can still see their faces.

What happened?

I have to find my way back home.

How long were you on the train?

Couple of days.

Couple of days?

It will take a lifetime to search all the stations in India.

Do you have any idea what it's like?

How, everyday, my real brother screams my name?

I always thought that I could keep this family together.

I need you, Saroo.

What if you do find home and they're not even there?

And you just keep searching?

I don't have a choice.

What was she like?

Beautiful.

Every night I imagine that I'm walking those streets home...

...and I know every single step of the way....

..and I whisper in her ear...

"I'm here."