She lost her purse. Two ATM cards. Two hundred rupees. Mother's photo. One dollar. I asked her - Did you lose your self? She answered - Yeah, for a moment.
What happens when we lose our things? Things we are attached to. Things we adore. Things we cannot let go of. Things that belong to us. We feel sad, undeniably. The feeling that constantly tells us that its gone. That its never going to reach us. Or that it itself is unreachable.
Parallely, it also tells us the impermanence of things. Knowing nothing is forever, we begin to cherish the now and the new. We also learn the art of being strong when we need to unbelong.