Just as my search for my mother had in some ways shaped my life, her faith that I was alive had shaped hers. She couldn't search, but she did the next best thing: She stayed still.
I've moved to Australia, to amazing parents who gave me unconditional love, to being educated and submerged in an amazing country and society.
I need to be mentally stimulated.
What happened in my past happened. What's the term - don't cry over spilled milk? That's the thing people don't understand. I'm all right. I configured myself into coming out on the other end OK. I can disassociate myself.
It was a very scary place to be. I don't think any mother or father would like to have their five year old wandering alone in the slums and train stations of Calcutta.
I do get recognised, but not as much as someone like Dev Patel or Nicole Kidman.
