You
You
Travers was there me things go missing
People can't be found and ideas are trapped in a maze of thoughts
Things are lost all the time
A toy a song a ring
That moment people lose the keys the books watch it
And
The hearts sometimes they lose themselves in this world
What is something or someone could change that?
Let me introduce you to Shambhar Thursday
I
Think he moved here when he was 19 years old and he disappeared around
Uncle cook would need I don't get it
You
You
You
He found things all the time and
People found things around him as for me I found in him my best friend
Sometimes people are born into this world and when you see them, you know, they don't belong here Shamla was one such person
And this was apparent right from the time we became friends
You
You
You know children we were so fascinated by him because he was so quiet and mischievous like we never really know what was going on with him
You You
You
Can you see my mood for sleepy love was Dasa
Don't you think it is a little ironic that a person who was known for finding things
and people is not himself lost?
He isn't lost, the car was his home and he isn't lost.
And he is home.
Could it be true?
Maybe Shyamla Darzi isn't really lost.
Maybe none of us are.
Perhaps it is our destiny to journey into the unknown.
Perhaps that's where we find ourselves.
