💔 A Child Lost, A Life Stolen, A Family Waiting.

February 1993—a bitterly cold night near Ultodanga Bridge, Kolkata. A young boy, just 3 or 4 years old, walked the streets alone—hungry, shivering, and scared. He had no idea that he would never return home again.

A Family Torn Apart

The boy's parents fought constantly—his father rejected his elder sister, while his mother loved and protected her. One day, his mother made the hardest decision of her life: to walk away from her husband, taking her children with her.

They moved to Dakshindari, near Ultodanga, trying to rebuild their lives in hardship. The boy was too young to understand why things had changed. Why wasn’t he getting chocolates every day from his father anymore? Why was there never enough food?

Then, one day, while fighting with his sister over chocolates, he ran away in anger—not knowing that this would be the moment that would separate him from his family forever.

Lost in the Darkness, Trapped in Fear

As evening fell, he realized he had gone too far. He couldn’t find his way back. Panic set in. He cried, screamed for his mother, his sister, his brothers, but no one heard him.

🔹 The first night, he slept on the cold pavement, hungry and afraid.
🔹 The next day, he begged at a sweet shop, but no one gave him food.
🔹 By the third day, his tiny body was so weak that he dug through a dustbin to find something to eat.

Imagine being just 3 years old—alone, hungry, lost in a strange world, with no one to comfort you. He didn’t even know his own name.

A Stranger’s Help, A New Life in an Orphanage

On February 19, 1993, a middle-aged man found him unconscious near Ultodanga Bridge. He saved him. The kind stranger took him home to his basti in Ultodanga, fed him, and tried to find his family. But when no one came forward, he took him to Maniktala Police Station.

The police searched for days but couldn’t find his family. With no other option, they sent him to Dhruva Ashram in Ariadaha, Agarpara—an orphanage where he would grow up without ever knowing his real identity.

A Lifetime of Questions, A Heart Full of Pain

💔 What was my real name?
💔 Where was my home?
💔 Did my mother look for me? Did my father regret losing me?
💔 Did my sister and brothers ever wonder what happened to me?

For years, these questions haunted him.

In 1994, he was adopted by a Bengali family, who gave him a new name, a new home—but no answers.

The Truth Hidden for 30 Years

In 2012, he discovered that a police file existed about his case. But his foster mother refused to let him see it.

It was only after her passing in December 2022 that he finally got access to his lost past.

He rushed to Lalbazar Police Headquarters, desperate for any clue. An ACP officer told him that, based on the file, he was likely from Newtown-Rajarhat, which was farmland in the 1990s. But the case had gone cold—there were no records, no names, no leads.

Now, his only hope is digital media.

We Need Your Help! 🙏

📌 Somewhere out there, a mother lost her son. A sister lost her brother. A father lost his child.

In this era of social media, we believe that someone—somewhere—knows something.

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💡 Do you recognize his story? Do you know a family in Newtown-Rajarhat who lost a child in 1993?

👉 Help him find his real family. Help him get the closure he has been waiting for his entire life.

This is not just a story—it’s the life of a man who has spent 32 years searching for his real identity.

⏳ Time is running out. His real family might still be looking for him. Let’s help him find his way home.

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